We’ll take a taxi to the show We could report by phone We could remind ourselves that We must laugh
Reconsider: ‘fame’ I need new reasons This is detention it’s not fun at all
Remind me to smile You know, ‘the old friends’ line It gets so I feel like I’m in this cold, glass, cage
I’ve got the horrors Check, over my shoulder I punch the air and fight but No-one’s there
You you – Oh no Old scars – don’t show We fall – you see Crawl crawl – in love I dive – so clean Young things – don’t scream Toys toys – so far Boys boys – you are
[Chorus]
Get off the car Get off the phone Move from my window, leave me alone
Keep your revivals Keep your conventions Keep all your fantasies that’s all we are