Something's wrong, I know it, in an abstract sense, There's some sort of commotion due to certain events, I know there's a commotion cos your head's in your hands, And people aren't standing where they usually stand. No, don't tell me, I know this one, I know this one, No, don't tell me, I know this one, I know this one, No, don't tell me, I know this one, I know this one, Something is happening with emotional resonance. There's a difference in volume and the room is off-beam, I've read about this, so I know what this means, Loudness means dissatisfaction, silence disdain, No clues! I'll work it out - it can't be hard to explain. You look at me with sadness, or it's grief, or it's fright, If there's a problem say so - or we'll be here all night, This isn't like on TV, these emotions aren't raw, And aren't articulated by a musical score Cos I blame cinematic subtext and its influence on everyday life. I blame enigmatic glances and we a**ume that is the way that we're supposed to deal with strife. I blame implicit content where they never ever ever ever explain. I can't concentrate if everybody's yelling. Refusal to articulate spawns unresolved tension. Baby, I need you to live I need you in my life You're in my dreams and if you leave my heart will break tonight If everything I've learnt from pop and TV shows is law That should sort it out so let's all get back to where we were before.