where are we? what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to fall
crop circles in the carpet
sinking feeling
spin me 'round again and rub my eyes
this can't be happening
when busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy
hide & seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years, they were here first
oily marks appear on walls where
pleasure moments hung before the
take-over, the sweeping insensitivity
of this still life
hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years, they were here first
mm whatcha say?
mm that you only meant well?
well of course you did
mm whatcha say?
mm that it's all for the best?
of course it is
mm whatcha say?
mm that it's just what we need?
and you decided this
mm whatcha say? oh what did she say?
ransom notes keep fallin out your mouth
'mid sweet talk newspaper word cutouts
speak no feeling, no I don't believe you
you don't care a bit, you don't care a bit
hide & seak...