Tell me really what's your name
Hidden so you don't feel shame
Timing is the only thing you're good for
Now in every other way
Useless as the break of day
Lighting is how you show your spirit
I don't need a reason why
I just wanna see inside
Everything you say is kept forever
Plainer than a death in may
Sunlight on a slate blue-grey
Do I hear a bird or is that an email
Something in the way we move
Nailed to the floor of cool
Everyone just wants to be a feature
I was in a magazine
Paper with the kaolin sheen
Saying all the right things I could muster
Never will I live it down
Only when I hit the town
Do I get a semblance of the horror
I don't need a reason why
I just wanna see inside
Keep me ever wanting more
Though I never want at all