Here we play games
Like turning men into boys
And everyone must cry or love
Recall 'my circuit'
Recall 'I'm not you are'
Remember that I moved too soon
Corridor empty
Time to call in the stars
A game called echo
Now I ask questions [?] [This stanza is not printed in the CD booklet.]
I get so nervous of
The game called echo
We rename vehicles
You remane heroes
I switch to auto
You are reception
I can take it or leave
Do I need permission to stop? |