Where are we? what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to fall
crop circles in the carpet Sinking feeling
Spin me round again and rub my eyes this
can't be happeneing when busy streets a
mess with people would stop to hold
their heads heavy
Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines All those years
They were here first
oily marks appear on walls where pleasure
moments hung before the takeover the
sweeping insensitivity of this
still life
Hide and seek
trains and sewing machines-oh you won't
catch me around here Blood and tears
They were here first
some things are out of our hands and there is nothing to do but wait. what's done is done...you can't change the past. just hope the best for the furutre!