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