Porque pensamos as mesmas coisas ao mesmo tempo não nos querem onde eles estão: No lago das metáforas gordas. Nós desceremos na próxima estação. E voltaremos para casa. Pisar no chão do cotidiano um escândalo amarelo essa luz da tarde. Olha pro céu, sorri pra dentro Reconhece o mistério "I can't take their pressure No one cares if you live or die They just want me gone They want me gone But I'm coming home I'm coming home To make it all right So dry your eyes We think the same things at the same time We just cant do anything about it We think the same things at the same time There are too many of us So you can't There are too many of us So you can't count It was me led into the backroom in Harrowdown Hill It was me led into the backroom in Harrowdown Hill It was a slippery slippery slippery slope It was a slippery slippery slippery slope I feel me slipping in and out of conciousness I feel me ...