I am your top ten severed
I am your number one
Reduced to fictions dancefloor
And take delirium
A man of seasoned syndromes
Programming mysteries
A man of useless incomes
Forgotten litanies
You want some answers quickly
You write down nothing wrong
And I inquire discreetly
About your favorite song
It starts all good intentions
It ends with falling hearts
Did I forget to mention
It plays before it starts
You cannot play this record
Its grooves are dressed to k**
All daylight frames per second
The chances are you will
Bring out your dancing party
Fill up your little room
Your silver eyes enchanted
They glide and shoot the moon
I am your one hit wonder
Your Christmas giveaway
I am your stolen thunder
Your "no love left today"
A frozen sound diminished
Out on the radio
The song is never finished...