Hypnotized by the scenery in the head Desensitized, and the nude is on your way
Can't make sense on your own And the show is not for you Thoughts of plastic and chrome You shut me down With those three words Those three words Are a single cell On your mother's tongue
This is gorgeous Running through my head
Can't make sense on your own This body's old and outgrown Thoughts of plastic and chrome Running through my head You shut me down With those three words Those three words Are a single cell On your mother's tongue
I described so long ago No one's there, no one's home I described without your way
In your eyes, no one's there No one's there who really cares I described without your way
No I've been that way too Well I've been that way too Your head, in there's your eyes
