[Verse 1]
Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to form
Crop circles in the carpet
Sinking, feeling
[Verse 2]
Spin me 'round again
And rub my eyes
This can't be happening
When busy streets amass with
People who would stop to hold
Their heads heavy
[Chorus 1]
Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines
All those years
They were here first
[Verse 3]
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before
The takeover
The sweeping insensitivity of this
Still life
Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to form
Crop circles in the carpet
Sinking, feeling
[Verse 2]
Spin me 'round again
And rub my eyes
This can't be happening
When busy streets amass with
People who would stop to hold
Their heads heavy
[Chorus 1]
Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines
All those years
They were here first
[Verse 3]
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before
The takeover
The sweeping insensitivity of this
Still life
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