We starve, look at one another, short of breath
Walking paranoid in our winter coats
Wearing smells from labs ‘n cabs
Facing a dying nation of moving digital fantasy
Watching the new told lies
With supreme visions of crazy tunes
Somewhere, inside something there is a rush of
Greatness, who knows what stands in front of
Our lives, they fashion a future on lies in cyber-space
Silence tells me secretly, everything, everything.
Manchester, England, England
Manchester, England, England
Across the Atlantic Sea
And I'm a genius-genius
If believe in God
I believe that God believes in Danny
That's me, that's you, that's me
We starve, look at one another, short of sight
Walking blindly in our winter coats
Wearing smells from perfumeries
Blind to a dying nation of moving binary fantasy
Watching man made lies
With supreme visions of loony tunes
Singing branded songs on an internet sitar
It’s all around you, and is you
No answers for little Danny, dearie.
