How am I supposed to manage my infaillible beliefs while I'm socking it to ya
Performing in Spanish on Italian TV sometime in the future
Whilst wondering if your mother still ever thinks of me, hallelujah
Blank canvasses lent against gallery walls
Flowing towards sculptures of anything goes on the marble stairs
Is that vague sense of longing kinda trying to cause a scene
Guess I'm talking to you now
Puncturing your bubble of relatability
With your horrible new sound
Baby those mixed messages ain't what they used to be
When you said them out loud
Blank canvasses lent against gallery walls
Flowing towards sculptures of anything Goes on the marble stairs
Leading to almost wherever you want them to
The simulation cartridge for city life'09 a pretty tricky to come by
Village coffee mornings with not long since retired spies
Now that's my idea of a good time
Flash that angle grinder smile
Gasp and roll your eyes
And help me to get untied from the chandelier
And twizzling round an umbrella, I'll sing a tune
