Take a walk down the town,take a look at them.

Pity on these passers-by,a foundation sound.

They paint the walls and ceilings white,to feel clean inside.

Ten square miles so synchronised, i could have cried.



And the bodies go by,barely half awake

Wait till things come again,nice things will come it's such a

nice environment i'm in.

Oh well why am I here? and the bodies go by,

barely half awake.



All but the few ever notice anything at all

(oh dear)

All but the few ever notice anything at all



I've got a nice new wristwatch,with a bright red strap,

The second hand really moves quite fast,hah,

I never thought of that.

And then i pick up my picture book to compensate outside.

It's back to fiction once again, i could have cried.