I want to be in love with a robot I want to be in love with you I want to be in love with a robot I want to be in love with you I want to be in love
Hey! Hey! I've got the frequency to turn you on I've got the frequency to turn you on Superconducter, keep it goin' I got the frequency to turn you on
I woke up this morning to the wretched sound of city cars The cheek print on my pillow smelled of aftershave and old guitars So another day comes through
(Alert, alert, alert System error Alert System error) QotSA on the hi-fi We were talking via wi-fi So much Aqua Teen and sci-fi I was, ''Oh my'' When
I keep a picture in my head Of the last time that we met I call on it when I'm in bed Just to make my body wet It's the screw turned in my brain It's
I have a suitcase for my Brightside It's not a face I throw around Somehow the sun paid off the shadows in the street And flexed his muscle on the East
War for The mainframe Battles of the human heart are really quite the same Life is Quite a show But nothing I've seen ever taught me how to let things
somehow spend another day with you I'd pluck out the eyes of God I would live in the time of vows In the days when the world was green My love machine
Dear darlin', your mom, my friend left a message On my machine she was frantic saying you were talking crazy That you wanted to do away with yourself
to your town Smash the door down, trash the whole room Kick the walls in, night to mornin' Then we do it again, it's adrenaline What we spit, beautiful
link verbs Golden Arms song truly to restore the Earth's beauty Grant me a beast, stamp kill me with the jury When I tone a capell, Hell has beauty
raining down from the ceiling, it opened up the scars that had just finished healing. It tore apart the canyon running down your femur, (I thought that it was beautiful
the path she regains all her beauty and pride But that was before Jessie died Jessie, her husband was small, he was lean Drove a big yellow earth moving machine
Upon a long shore, upon a long shore Open your door, open your door ?Ask anyone?, he muttered, as he spat a small Brilliant blue insect, whirring into
or if your wise Its all beautiful There are six and a half billion lives Some are laughing some are crying Some are living some are dying if your small
demise we should not make the same mistake twice we're kept alive by artificial means but lost our souls to a world of machines Listen to the warning
leave a kiss on your answering machine Oh, help me please, is there someone who can make me Wake up from this dream? Spending my time, watching the days go by Feeling so small
ll have to stay In open arms we put our trust, they put us on a big red bus Twin spirits soaking up a dream, fuel to feed the press machine After years
