'm at home Feels like every thing's Starting to hit me I lost my bed Ten minutes ago Modern guilt I'm staring at nothing Modern guilt I'm under lock and key
? Like a ship afloat at sea, a Flying Dutchman are we? Destined to roam the seas, locked out without a key Is it curtain call on this theatre so black? Will
and more far reaching; an unnerving and unnamable sense of change which insinuated itself into the mind of the listener and suggested with a cold and
lock and key Misapprehension Is turning into convention Don't know what I've done but I feel ashamed Standing outside the glass on the sidewalk These people talk about impossible things And