Transport, motorways and tramlinesStarting and then stoppingTaking off and landingThe emptiest

BirdWhilst on a walking holiday in remote regionsI chance upon

a gap in betweenThere's a gap where we meetWhere

sucked the moonI spoke too soonAnd how much did

don't really talk to meYou don't really say your

jumps in a week, I bet youThink that's pretty

get the stink offHe's been hanging 'round for daysComes

out again by your only business friendThe smell of

had these jeans since I was bornAnd now they're

no, pop is dead, long live popIt died an

get any big ideasThey're not gonna paint your

am the key to the lock in your houseThat

don't wanna be your friendI just wanna be your

us?Why not someone else, not us?The cameras are turnin'

Fastnet, Irish SeaI got a message I can't readAnother message

years of waitingNothing cameAs your life flashed before your

downStand upSit downStand into the jaws of hellWalk

of houses all bearing down on meI can feel

This is called never wanted anything but thisI tried

next world warA jack-kniffed juggernautI am born againIn the