The Numanoid Channel

Now I'm behind glass

I'll talk to you

The telephone lines blind

You have defaced my face

I bet you laughed at me

You bright young things

And now I need no-one

I miss you, so

Please push no more

Please push no more

Now it's all over for sure

I'll walk beck home

We must all come down

We all grow old

We are close, we are hurt

So that was love

And love she kills me

It needs to, so

Please push no more

Please push no more

Please push no more

Please push no more

(P) 1980 Beggars Banquet

Please Push No More