The Numanoid Channel

Look at your face

It's so fortunatly arranged

Don't look back

I can assure you that you won't like what you see

You step on my dreams

I could whisper

You intrude on me

I could whisper

You close in and

I'm so uneasy

Hotel rooms, sweet dreams

Like slot machines that call it 'love love'

A coin in the hole

You young things never

Stay young for long

This edge in my voice

But there's really nothing much to say

My conscience mends

I suppose it all meant something to you

You step on my dreams

I could whisper

You intrude on me

I could whisper

You close in and

I'm so uneasy

(P) 1983 Beggars Banquet

The Tick Tock Man