Classic Arts Showcase Lyrics - Worlds Apart - And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead

White glow of the TV set 

Lights dancing on the screen 

Voice-overs rise like minarets 

Then fall diatonically 

Should I answer a friend's distress call 

Or should I go to sleep? 

Would I, like the voices rise and fall, 

What's it to me? 

All those hours of wasted time 

Have never crossed my mind 

Here I am comfortable 

In arm's reach of the black remote 

Here I am comfortable 

Surrounded by strings and bows 

Let everyone else go 

Nights on Kirkwood so serene 

Far from the sirens and the screams 

I could write or I could read 

Go next door and smoke some weed 

As long as I don't have to think 

About who the hell's running this mess 

Or what shit they're writing up in the Stone or NME 

Go out and make a last call 

Or sit here and do nothing at all 

What's it to me? 

All those hours of wasted time 

Have never crossed my mind 

Here I am comfortable 

In arm's reach of the black remote 

Here I am comfortable 

All those clowns, what can they know? 

Let everyone else go