Texty: Imogen Heap. Hide And Seek.

Where are we
What the hell is going on
The dust has only just began to fall
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling
Spin me around again and rub my eyes
This can't be happening
When busy streets a mess with people would stop to hold their heads heavy

Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines?
All those years they were here first

Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasue moments hung before
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
Still life

Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines
Oh, you won't catch me around here
Blood and tears they were here first

Hmm what you say
Oh that you only meant well, well of course you did
Hmm what you say
Hmm that it's all for the best, of course it is
Hmm what you say
That it's just what we need, you decided this
Hmm what you say
What did she say

Ransom notes keep falling at your mouth
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
Speak no feeling no i don't believe you
You don't care a bit you don't care a bit

You don't care a bit
You don't care a bit
You don't care a bit
You don't care a bit
You don't care a bit