Overhead's a tube showing off my lines
And I'm weighting down a chair, reading the signs
Horizontal blinds just dilute in bits
So you paint your own picture on metallic slits
As they walk around behind them, I will always remember
That their shapes looked hollow and I'll always remember
Although I have to tell myself to always remember
That their faces looked blank and I'll always remember
There is no cure for the common cold so don't expect a cure for cancer
At least you can appreciate the humour in it
We'll jump feet first, holding charts is cold comfort
In the comfort we've not advanced too much
Progress is compartmentalised
But there's something in the harshness that I want to remember
That their shapes looked hollow and I'll always remember
Even though I must remind myself to always remember
That their faces looked blank and I'll always remember
There is no cure for the common cold so don't expect a cure for cancer