White glow of a TV set
Lights dancing on a screen
Voice-overs rise like minarets
Then fall diatonically
Should I answer a friend's distress call
Or should I go to sleep?
Would I, like the voices, rise and fall
What's it to me?
All those hours of wasted time have never crossed my mind
Here I am comfortable
In arm's reach of the black remote
Here I am comfortable
Surrounded by strings and bows
Let everyone else go
Nights on Kirkwood so serene
Far from the sirens and the screams
I could write or I could read, go next door and smoke some weed
As long as I don't have to think
About who is running this mess
What shit they write in the Stone or NME
Go out and make a last call or sit here and do nothing at all
What's it to me?
All those hours of wasted time have never crossed my mind
Here I am comfortable
In arm's reach of the black remote
Here I am comfortable
And all those clowns, what can they know?
Let everyone else go
All those hours of wasted time have never crossed my mind
Here I am comfortable
In arm's reach of the black remote
Here I am comfortable
Surrounded by strings and bows
Let everyone else go
Let everyone else go
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