Pa**ing pictures, in a smoky room
They're all so tired of themselves
Pa**ing moments, in a place I knew
I put my heart back on the shelf It's not your vice,
It's the signal that I feel
Though it has broken
From a device,
It's the signal that I feel
Has come unwoven Pa**ing handshakes, as you pa** it round
You'll get higher by yourself
Your shirt's on backwards, as you leave the room
Where you'll get higher by yourself It's not your vice,
It's the signal that I feel
Though it has broken
From a device,
It's the signal that I feel
Has come unwoven