With all the stuff they sell you night and day. With all the trash they try to trick you with you lie to me. Well I don't need it, but I get it anyway.
With the sweet drip of every raindrop. Time brings you closer to me. And with each new sign, at every train stop. Another hour without you is consigned to history.
Walk into the lightning of a midnight bulletin. Our brave new world sits smiling with egg on its chin. And love gets so lazy, love gets so slow. We stopped making love in the hours of daylight, too many moons ago.