Come to where oblivion counts you in Come to where your time is not running out Come to where regrets are deemed as sin Come to where no question are allowed
Pack your bags and quit The luxuries of life That never seem to fit Pack your bags and quit The luxuries of life The race of walking batteries
The race of walking batteries The tales of talking batteries What a nice evening, what a nice conversation
Just when you align your symmetry Just when you could swear it can't get worse Just when you dump into absurdity The center of an unborn universe
Pack your bags and quit The luxuries of life That never seem to fit Pack your bags and quit The luxuries of life The race of walking batteries
The race of walking batteries The tales of talking batteries What a nice evening, what a nice conversation
The race of walking batteries The comedy, the never-ending line We're gladly waiting in
Your comedy Your interim arrangement
Your unforgotten past Your interim arrangement ...interim arrangement
