Trains and sewing machines.
Imogen Heap: Hide and Seek (Morgan Page Micro-house Mix)
Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only
Just begun to fall
Crop circles in the carpet
Sinking feeling...
Spin me 'round 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
Blood and tears
They were here first
Mm what d'ya say?
That you only meant well, well, of course you did
This, it's all for the best, of course it is
That it's just what we need, you decided this
What did you 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
I'd love to have more songs by her. <3
Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only
Just begun to fall
Crop circles in the carpet
Sinking feeling...
Spin me 'round 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
Blood and tears
They were here first
Mm what d'ya say?
That you only meant well, well, of course you did
This, it's all for the best, of course it is
That it's just what we need, you decided this
What did you 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
I'd love to have more songs by her. <3