How Am I Supposed To Manage
My Infallible Beliefs..
While I'm Sockin' It To Ya?
Performin' In Spanish On Italian Tv..
Sometime In The Future
Whilst Wonderin' If Your Mother
Still Ever Thinks Of Me..
Hallelujah..
Reff :
Blank Canvasses..
Leant Against Gallery Walls..
Flowing Towards..
Sculptures Of Anything Goes..
On The Marble Stairs..
Is That Vague Sense Of Longin'
Kinda Tryin' To Cause A Scene..
Guess I'm Talkin' To You Now
Puncturing Your Bubble Of Relatability..
With Your Horrible New Sound
Baby, Those Mixed Messages
Ain't What They Used To Be..
When You Said Them Out Loud
Reff :
Blank Canvasses..
Leant Against Gallery Walls..
Flowing Towards..
Sculptures Of Anything Goes..
On The Marble Stairs..
Leading To Almost Wherever
You Want Them To..
The Simulation Cartridge For City Life '09..
Is Pretty Tricky To Come By
Village Coffee Mornings With Not Long
Since Retired Spies..
Now, That's My Idea Of A Good Time
Flash That Angle Grinder Smile,
Gasp And Roll Your Eyes..
And Help Me To Get Untied..
From The Chandelier..
And Twizzlin' 'Round An Umbrella..
I'll Sing A Tune..
