Now when your mother sends back all your invitations And your father to your sister, he explains That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations
I pulled into the shopping center And saw a little boy wrapped around the legs of his mother Like ice cream melting they embraced Years of bad decisions
It's just a fly love song, what Mmm It's just a fly love song, what Are we living in a dream world? Are your eyes still green girl? I know your sick
He gets up each morning and he goes downtown where everyone's his boss, and he's lost in an angry land. He's a little man. But then he comes uptown each
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk though Look what it's done to your friends, their memories are pretend And the last
It's unfortunate that when we feel a storm We can roll ourselves over 'cause we're uncomfortable Oh well, the devil makes us sin But we like it when we
There?s only two types of people in the world The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe Well baby I?m a put-on-a-show kinda girl Don?t like
There's only two types of people in the world The ones that entertain and the ones that observe Well baby, I'm a put-on-a-show kind of girl Don't like
Written by Steven Wilson [instrumental]
Anything you want, everything you need Every time you take, what's on offer You can step on out, you can do without You don't have to be like every other
Half past twelve and I'm watchin' The late show in my flat all alone How I hate to spend the evenin' on my own Autumn winds blowing outside the window
One day the boy decided to let them know the way he felt inside He could not stand to hide it His mother, she broke down and cried Oh my Father, why
It wasn't me that saw you Standing by the neon lit door It wasn't me that saw you Clinging to somebody I deplore Baby, don't show your face Don't move
Make the world a little better I don't believe you know What you're talking about I don't believe you'd go And ever find out for yourself Always got
Come up to my room Come up to my room Do it any way you like it Give it everything you've got Shake it, move your body Love it if you like it or not
I try hard to put you out of mind Every night alone, I'm thinking 'bout you How can I avoid this pain without you? I won't cry, I won't be sorry no more
Call it new technology And they use it to burn And they show no concern Work for their prosperity While the big wheels turn Now, it's too late to learn
The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel like a braid And the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave Behind the tent, the hired
