Take a walk down the town,take a look at them
Pity on these passers-by,a foundation sound
They paint the walls and ceilings white,to feel clean inside
Ten square miles so synchronised, i could have cried
And the bodies go by,barely half awake
Wait till things come again,nice things will come it's such a
Nice environment i'm in
Oh well why am I here? and the bodies go by,
Barely half awake
All but the few ever notice anything at all
(oh dear)
All but the few ever notice anything at all
I've got a nice new wristwatch,with a bright red strap,
The second hand really moves quite fast,hah,
I never thought of that
And then i pick up my picture book to compensate outside
It's back to fiction once again, i could have cried