: Stephanie stares at the posters on the wall Tina sits and waits for a telephone call Maxine mixes alcohol with polythene and paint Sylvia stays in
Everybody wants it now Everybody wants to be a face in the crowd Ooh Baby it seems sometimes we're lost in TV Trapped in a screen Lost in a scene Lost
: It's the way you pick your clothes off the floor It's the way you scratch your skin when you yawn It's the t-shirts that you choose like you're in
left look right you've got lips from a magazine Cheap sound that comes from the underground communicates to everyone Street life it's alright you gets your tips from a
: You say what you want to say Your diamonds are drops of rain Your smile is your credit card And your currency is your love And the morning is for
sighs The population's yawning Just step in your shoes there's so much to do It's a brand new morning Morning, it's morning Morning, it's morning again
hit to the body One hit to the soul It's one hit to the body That won't show There's a million constellations up in the make-believe sky And a million
: Come out tonight in the puddles Splash some love across the sky Just you and I bursting bubbles As the sky is about to cry When the rain falls There
: We sit in silence A marriage license Is all you know All you know, all you know We sit and chew gum Watch television And you know And you know, and
of the stars And yes I'm just a stupid guy Crushed like a butterfly Dead-eyed at the drive-by in a car Yeah just a stupid guy Crushed like a butterfly
: Doo doo doo, doo doo doo Doo doo doo Oh, well you might have some conversation Smashed in a bar Clocking all of the disco dolls that blind you Or
the satellite, your heart is not a part of your brain, aesthetics and inventions well they pass you by and complicate your day.... You belong sat on a
: A strange relationship has started A strange relationship indeed It's like a watercolour forming Between the pages of a dream And it's calling you
nature sighs The population's yawning Just step in your shoes there's so much to do It's a brand new morning Morning, it's morning Morning, it's morning
A strange relationship has started A strange relationship indeed It's like a watercolour forming Between the pages of a dream And it's calling you It
Stephanie stares at the posters on the wall Tina sits and waits for a telephone call Maxine mixes alcohol with polythene and paint Sylvia stays in bed
dreams Everybody wants it now Everybody wants to be a face in the crowd Ooh Baby it seems sometimes we're lost in TV Trapped in a screen Lost in a scene
