Okay, we're good.
Where are we? What the hell is going on? The dust has only just begun.
Began to fall, crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes, this can't be happening.
When business dreams are messed with, people would start to hope that it's me.
Hide and seek, trains and sewing machines, all those years.
They were here in pairs, boiling marks of year on walls, where pleasure moments hung before the takeover.
The sweeping insensitivity of this silhouette, hide and seek.
Trains and oh, you won't catch me around here, blood and tears.
They were here in pairs.
What did she say?
What did she say?
Trains and oh, to keep falling at your mouth, means sweet talk, news, paper, or colors.
You speak no feeling, oh, I don't believe you. You care a bit, you don't care a bit.
Hide and seek, trains and sewing machines, all those years.
