Australia

(álbum: Wincing The Night Away - 2007)

Time to put the ear-covers on!
No!

Born to, born to multiply
Born to gaze into night skies,
All you want's one more Saturday.

Well, look here, until then
They're gonna buy your life's time
So keep your wick in the air
And your feet in the fetters
'Til the day...
They come in doing cartwheels
We all crawl out by ourselves
And your shape on the dance floor
Will have me thinking such filth I'll gouge my eyes.

You'd be damned to be one of us, girl
Faced with a dodo's conundrum
I felt like I could just fly
But nothing happened every time I tried.

A duotone on the wall
Selfless fool who hoped he'd save us all
Never dreamt of such sterile hands,
You keep 'em folded in your lap,
Or raise them up to beg for scraps,
You know, he's holding you down
With the tips of his fingers just the same,
Will you be pulled from the ocean
But just a minute too late,
Or changed by a potion,
And find a handsome young mate
For you to love.

You'll be damned to pining through the windowpanes,
You know you'd trade your life for any ordinary Joe,
Well do it now or grow old,
Your nightmares only need a year or two to unfold.

Been alone since you were twenty-one,
You haven't laughed since January,
You try and make like this is so much fun,
But we know it to be quite contrary.

Dare to be one of us, girl,
Facing the android's conundrum,
I felt like I should just cry,
But nothing happens every time I take one on the chin,
You're Himmler in your coat,
You don't know how long I have been,
Watching the lantern dim,
Starved of oxygen,
So give me your hand,
And let's jump out the window.