How am I supposed to manage my infallible beliefs

While I'm sockin' it to ya?

Performing in spanish on italian tv

Sometime in the future

Whilst wondering if your mother still ever thinks of me

Hallelujah.

Blank canvasses lent against gallery walls

Flowing towards sculptures of anything goes

On the marble stairs.

Is that vague sense of longing kinda trying to cause a scene?

Guess I'm talking to you now

Puncturing your bubble of relatability

With your horrible new sound

Baby, those mixed messages ain't what they used to be

When you said 'em out loud.

Blank canvasses lent against gallery walls

Flowing towards sculptures of anything goes

On the marble stairs

Leading to almost wherever you want them to.

The simulation cartridge for city life '09

Is pretty tricky to come by

Village coffee mornings with not long since retired spies

Now that's my idea of a good time

Flash that angle grinder smile, gasp and roll your eyes

And help me to get untied from the chandelier

And twizzling 'round an umbrella

I'll sing a tune.