Well 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 its 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-ones 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