Don´t know quite what to say, haven´t seen you in seven ages Can you tell that it´s me, or is my picture on torn out pages?
Chorus: And you think it´s real, but it´s just another future deal And you know you´re right, ´cause you´ve waited for it all night Then you find yourself, sitting on a little shelf
Don´t know quite what to do, I´ve been acting my life in phases Is it really true that they´re keeping us locked in cages?