When the signals get mixed and
your eyes become fixed on
the darkness beyond that
inner space
and you're falling
falling flat on your face,
that's the faint.

You.can paint me a picture
call it Guernica
it's no use to me if I'm not there
anyway
I have my own war to fight.

The CCTV is watching me
the way that I sit watching it
life goes on In studio one
until the lights go out and
everything's gone.