Nighttime is catching up Like a broken bu*tercup In my ethical a**isted violence Tears are running out of order Why won't you talk to me? Yesterday you talked so sweet I'm a very little cup of cappuccino And a toast when we said goodbye Talk to me I miss a sense of isolation Every day Of the week What are you doing in my room? Talk to me Maybe we can have a conversation Like we did on TV When there was nothing else to see Tell me, are you having fun? Even though what's said is done
When the camera was rolling backwards And the video director slept Look what they've done to me I'm looking like a broken Christmas tree And a radio transistor's silence With the lights Going out of tune Talk to me I miss the sense of isolation Every day Of every week What are you doing in my room? Talk to me Maybe we can have a conversation Like we did in TV When there was nothing else to see No, don't k** me, don't k** me, <...>