These days I don’t look back
all my fears are gone
I don’t care, they’re in a box in my head
like the one I keep in my room
There days after all I’ve been through…

Say something anything anyone
airtime’s been stolen like a robber stole a gun

thoughts and locations recording it
I become backward retreated I am gone
Oh dear I’m in a dead spot
Oh dear I’m in a dead spot
and the company despairs
no signal/no complaints

Giant estate cars descend on us
crawling bacteria from where I have just come

acres of pylons provoking me
just for one second I thought of it’s damage
Oh dear I’m in a dead spot
Oh dear I’m in a dead spot
and the company despairs
no signal/no complaints

I’m only here for the weekend
then I’ll rejoin
rejoin the human race
no signal no appointments