Hooked on this song :
Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap
where are we? What the hell is going on?
the dust has only just began to fall
crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling
spin me around 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 pleasue moments hung before
the takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
still alive
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
Oh 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
that IT'S JUST what we need, you decided this?
mm what you say
what did she say?
ransom notes keep falling at your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cutouts
speak no feeling no i don't believe you
you don't care a bit you don't care a bit
you don't care a bit
you don't care a bit
you don't care a bit
you don't care a bit
you don't care a bit
