These days I don't look back,
All my fears are gone.
I don't care,
They're in a box in my head,
Like the one I keep in my room,
These days,
After all I've been through...
Say something anything anyone,
Airtime's been stolen like a robber stole a gun,
Thoughts and locations recording it,
I became backward retreated I am gone.
Oh dear I'm in a dead spot.
Oh dear I'm in a dead spot,
And the company despairs,
No signal / no complaints.
Giant estate cars descend on us,
Crawling bacteria from where I have just come,
Acres of pylons provoking me,
Just for one second I thought of it's damage.
Oh dear I'm in a dead spot.
Oh dear I'm in a dead spot,
And the company despairs,
No signal / no complaints.
I'm only here for the weekend,
Then I'll rejoin,
Rejoin the human race,
No signal no appointments.
