I Want to Be a Machine Ultravox

I found the bones of all your ghosts
Locked in the wishing well
While birdsong gourmets dragged empty nets
I slumbered in my shell

Im Mitternacht, die Mensch-Maschine
Kissed me on my eyes
I rose and left the fire-ladies
Glowing lonely in the night
With all the pornographers
Burning torches beneath the sea

I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine

I stole a cathode face from newscasts
And a crumbling fugue of songs
From the reservoir of video souls
In the lakes beneath my tongue

In flesh of ash and silent movies
I walked that boulevard again
A nebula of unfinished creatures
From the lifetimes of my friends