The Numanoid Channel

Sometimes they try to forget

And sometimes they do

Giving love for the financial gain

She's so good with excuses

And incorrect reasons

I'm tired of trying to win

And you're tired of me

She knows how to stand in the corner

And whisper the words that you need

She knows how to stand in the corner

And whisper the words

With that cynical charm

We could dance

Now it's my brother's time

Here on the floor with these

Very loose young girls

Like someone in Japan who just lied

If the innocent are saved

Then what happens to her?

What's done is done

And everything's different somehow

I keep a book of reflections

That sometimes appear in her eyes

I keep a book of reflections

And realise there's nothing much

That I can do

We could dance

Now it's my brother's time

(P) 1981 Beggars Banquet

My Brother's Time