Oggi solo chat e FB

Imogen Heap - Hide and Seek

Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to form
crop circles in the carpet,
sinking, feeling.
Spin me around again
and rub my eyes.
This can’t be happening
when busy streets,
a mess with people would stop
to hold their heads heavy.

Hide and seek,
trains and sewing machines.
All those years
they were here first.

Oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before the takeover,
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.

Hide and seek,
trains and sewing machines.
You won’t catch me around here.
Blood and tears,
they were here first.

Mmm… what you say?
Mmm, that you only meant well?
Well, of course you did!
Mmm… what you say?
Mmm, that it’s all for the best?
Of course it is!
Mmm, what you say?
Mmm, that it’s just what we need?
You decided this!
Mmm, what you say?
What did SHE say?

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth,
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs
speak no feeling. No, I don’t believe you,
you don’t care a bit, you don’t care a bit.
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth,
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs
speak no feeling. No, I don’t believe you,
you don’t care a bit, you don’t care a bit,
you don’t care a bit, you don’t care a bit,
you don’t care a bit, you don’t care a bit,
you don’t care a bit!