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 happening
When busy streets a mess with people
Would stop to hold their heads - heavy

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
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

Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines
All those years
They were here first