Emotions

Jag blir lika underlig varje gång jag hör denna låten, kan inte låta bli o tänka en massa. Och nej, jag tänker inte förklara för någon, det är bara tankar. Mina egna som svävar fritt lite då och då. Det bor kanske en liten poet inuti mig som tvingar sig fram i min hjärna ibland. Jag får nog försöka att inte stänga in honom allt för ofta, så kanske han för med sig lite glada tankar till slut...

Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling
Spin me round again and rub my eyes
This can't be happening
When busy streets,
A mess with people would stop to hold their heads heavy
Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines
All those years
They were here first
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life
Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines (oh, you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears
They were here first
Mm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did
Mm, what you say?
Mm, that it's all for the best? Of course it is
Mm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s just what we need? And you decided this
Mm, what you say? Mm, what did she say?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you
You don't care a bit, you don't care a bit