I can only picture you When you're looking sideways on Hoping I don't start to fade When the nights start drawing in Power vacuums must be filled Hypertension keeps us tight Does it ever seem to you We rely on something else? No need to mend your ways From this height the world Doesn't seem so sad. Mid-July Time to leave I'll be late Wait for me Replayed, the game Doesn't seem so bad. No need to mend your ways From this height the world Doesn't seem so hungry Terrified and turning on itself Save for you and me I could swear that no-one else was there No-one else is there Doesn't seem so bad Doesn't seem so bad