On the gla** that wraps the telephone box
An impatient bystander knocks
The receiver, put it back back down in it's place,
In the some things should be said to the face,
I'm a believer.
You're stripped of all your worldly powers
And staring at the opposite apartment block for hours,
You say that each window is just a TV channel,
And you'd surrender all your so-called friends for flowers
And you'd rather be sleeping in the paddocks with the horses
While the stars cross the sky's on their prescribed courses
Can you take me with you when you go?
Because love is just a lazy generalisation that we use for 100 different feelings and as many situations.
Going through each others pockets is not like us and flattery should get you somewhere and your happiness is just a chemical.
A constant feeling you're being watched,
All your good intentions so clumsily botched.
A kiss sent down the telephone line can come out sounding like a bug getting squashed.
And gra**hoppers fling erratic parabolas
While you're drowning ants with your can of cola.
Can you take me with you when you go?
Because love is just a lazy generalisation that we use for 100 different feelings and as many situations.
Going through each others pockets is not like us and flattery should get you somewhere and your happiness is just a chemical,
It's just a chemical.
Separate the parts and give them titles.
Lungs are for songs and eyes are for feasting
And bu*ter's for a bee sting
Can somebody please check my vitals?
Because love is just a lazy generalisation that we use for 100 different feelings and as many situations.
Finding things others pockets isn't always a plus and that sensation that you felt up the back of the bus is just a chemical,
Yeah happiness is just a chemical.
Yeah it is