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
These 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 became 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