Hold like our own video. What luck to have another turn. High in Victorian England. Away from the smoke and the fire. . The mirror you'll see. Has a memory, special feature.
When they come out to find you. And they cannot describe you. Someone somewhere has to buy you. Out of your weekend. . Friday is the fever. And Monday the destroyer.
Where am I? sleeping at the console. I dreamt something, that I don't remember. Checking in, just like any other. Signing off, signing out forever. . You're secondhand.
Merging away. Like we did yesterday, wrong direction. The traffic we'll know. The traffic is slow and thoughtless. . The wheel that is still. On the concrete and green, away home.
School holiday that you could do without. A weekend break we've slept in late. A beach resort under a year of rain. This is where it has to start. . When the AC hum inside your sleepy head.
Broken glass is luxury. Friendly fires are alchemy. Daylight is the enemy. Witching hour, soft power. . We're not sleeping at the wheel. The wheel is turning the machine that kills for us.
They only want you when you're seventeen. When you're twenty-one, you're no fun. They take a polaroid and let you go. Say they'll let you know, so come on.
The kids are free, now all they need. Is a gift from their mum and dad. They heard the tones of Spanish phones. Stranded in the sand. . You left on the lights is there somebody home?.
Woke up in the evening. To the sound of the screaming. Through walls that were bleeding. All over me. . Untied and weightless. Unconscious as we cross.
Saw your visa card, and took a trip downtown. I don't really care that there's people all around. . 923 816, is the sound of that flicking your switch.
A red cell. A perfect view out of the Novotel. Sat gently listening to. This song. . It started over again. . And the girl gets higher. The rooms on fire.
When a menthol hit. Hooks a spatial girl in her summer clothes. Like a transmission. On an empty channel all lines are closed. . Taking photographs. Speaking slowly through the permanent waves.
Destroy everything you touch today. Destroy me this way. Anything that may desert you. So it cannot hurt you. . You only have to look behind you. At who's underlined you.
High. 21st of July. You know the thought is all wrong. But the feeling is right. . Say. On the 19th of May. Turn it on close the door. And then set to ignore.
Straight lines that cut through the scene. Like you wanted to, blue jeans. Soft loans that spent all last summer. Buying drinks for you, blue jeans. .
Straight lines that cut through the scene. Like you wanted to, blue jeans. Soft loans that spent all last summer. Buying drinks for you, blue jeans. .
Someone's coming ro und in the evening. One touch on the face of a city. Boy, black plastic chair with some time to spare. . Black plastic, touching black plastic.
They heard the sound of the snow falling. They left the house, and started running. They ran past the street where they flout their lines. Where chemistries slowly redesigned.