Appliances have gone berserkEven though what you meanYou're never gonna see

walk down the staircase, a magnetic pullBack to the

the deepest oceanThe bottom of the seaYour eyesThey turn

have gone berserkI cannot keep upTreading on people's toesSnot-nosed

guys mind if we play a cover?" ("NO!" "YEAH!")"Somebody goes

being took for a ridePulling all the keep

a city of the futureIt is difficult to concentrateMeet

want toI want to be someone else or I'll

you were here beforeCouldn't look you in

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

the orchestra to your boardAnd we beg for the scraps

want you to knowHe's not coming backLook into my

motorways and tramlinesStarting and then stoppingTaking off and landingThe

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

downStand upSit downStand into the jaws of hellWalk

on the run from troubleTrapped in bubbleI'm just

I love your faceI love your smileI don't want to hurt

That song's for people who think they’re stars, and so is

Band Chatter + DrummingGo on then, I dare you to get

way to the ground, ohI'm what I can beNo one