Lyrics
And each day there are more new people at the door, we seem tired of all this Tangent, uninspired by all we have to choose
Through dislocating tv and the glossy-printed word, did we ever hear that nagging tune? The, we seem tired
Through dislocating tv and the glossy-printed word, and keep it on our machines
we think we know that riff but where in the world
We think we know that riff but where in the world, you give me space Gps, they wave their products in our faces
We ve heard it all before, they wave their products in our faces
Uninspired by all we have to choose, a window in your time
We seem tired of all this, at a level which your soul allows
you give me space
Follow directions on the screen, through dislocating tv and the glossy-printed word Tangent, through dislocating tv and the glossy-printed word
we seem tired of all this
did we ever hear that nagging tune?
A window in your time, uninspired by all we have to choose
And each day there are more new people at the door, and each day there are more new people at the door
In your space, we ve heard it all before
We seem tired of all this, we seem tired of all this Gps, we think we know that riff but where in the world
We seem tired of all this, and each day there are more new people at the door
Uninspired by all we have to choose, but when i look around
In your space, did we ever hear that nagging tune? Gps, they wave their products in our faces
to fill the air with crafted sound
and find our way to something we never knew was there
we think we know that riff but where in the world
And each day there are more new people at the door, through dislocating tv and the glossy-printed word, and each day there are more new people at the door
But when i look around, they wave their products in our faces
Through seas of countless choices i m chosen once again, we ve heard it all before
through dislocating tv and the glossy-printed word
we seem tired
But when i look around, and each day there are more new people at the door
A window in your time, they wave their products in our faces Culture, they wave their products in our faces
And each day there are more new people at the door, in your space The, and each day there are more new people at the door
We seem tired of all this, we seem tired
Did we ever hear that nagging tune?, through seas of countless choices i m chosen once again
We sample culture in small spoons, at a level which your soul allows, we seem tired
they wave their products in our faces
But when i look around, and keep it on our machines Gps, through seas of countless choices i m chosen once again
A window in your time, and find our way to something we never knew was there
Through dislocating tv and the glossy-printed word, and find our way to something we never knew was there
And find our way to something we never knew was there, and each day there are more new people at the door Gps, and each day there are more new people at the door
To fill the air with crafted sound, uninspired by all we have to choose
did we ever hear that nagging tune?
They wave their products in our faces, we sample culture in small spoons
And each day there are more new people at the door, follow directions on the screen, but when i look around
We seem tired of all this, they wave their products in our faces
But when i look around, at a level which your soul allows
We ve heard it all before, but when i look around, follow directions on the screen
we think we know that riff but where in the world
We ve heard it all before, at a level which your soul allows, we ve heard it all before
We ve heard it all before, they wave their products in our faces
A window in your time, in your space, uninspired by all we have to choose
and each day there are more new people at the door
Uninspired by all we have to choose, we think we know that riff but where in the world
You give me space, they wave their products in our faces, and find our way to something we never knew was there
but when i look around
We sample culture in small spoons, you give me space
Through seas of countless choices i m chosen once again, but when i look around Culture, uninspired by all we have to choose
A window in your time, we flick the gps on now to find our pastures new, and find our way to something we never knew was there
And each day there are more new people at the door, and find our way to something we never knew was there Tangent, through seas of countless choices i m chosen once again
To fill the air with crafted sound, we think we know that riff but where in the world