Karma policeArrest this manHe talks in mathsHe buzzes like a fridgeHe's

Transport, motorways and tramlinesStarting and then stoppingTaking off and landingSentimental (?)Clinging

wine and sleeping pillsHelp me get back to your

yeah, yeah, yeahIf he took the time out to

your distanceThen no harm will ill windWill blowWill

that I could come out of your phoneSuperhero powersBurst out

will shape myself into your pocketInvisible, do what

let out of the bottleIt is now the witching

are barn doorsAnd there are revolving doorsDoors in the

had these jeans since I was bornAnd now they're

touches me, manThese walls are three feet thickWouldn't take

unacceptable face ofThe docile and the goodThe spontaneous feelingThat

Banana CoWe really love you, and we need youAnd

don't want to be crippled and crackedShoulders, wrists, knees,

a little child running 'round this houseAnd he never

for anyone who's still listeningThis is a song called I

polisi!"Tutuklayın şu adamıMatematikçe konuşuyorVe bir buzdolabı gibi zırıldıyorAkordu bozulmuş

When you were here beforeCouldn't look you in the eyeYou're just

of houses all bearing down on meI can feel

try to be sugar and spiceBut I’m melancholy and can’t