Hollow words, entertain
Muffled echoes through the brain
Interface, retain control
Don't you ever let your eyes off the ball
Now she's gone up to her room
Now she's taking off her shoes
I don't like that idea at all
No I don't like it at all
And now she's got the blues
And he's feeling it too
She's got the blues
And it's coming for you
She's got the blues
And he's feeling it too
And now he's got the blues
And she's got the blues
It's comforting and it's on the news
There's a lot of water, water to the loo
Comfort me and fly me to the moon
It's water to the loo, just water to the loo
Hello world, yet again
Feels like oxygen to the brain
Interface, release control
Seems like you let your eyes off the ball
Now he's gone up to the roof
There's a fellow on the loose
I don't like that idea at all
No I don't like it at all
And now he's got the blues
And she's feeling it too
He's got the blues
And it's coming for you
He's got the blues
And she's feeling it too
And now she's got the blues
And he's got the