Modern Buzz

Hang up the telephone
A hundred thousand miles from anywhere
I don’t know if I don’t care
You’re just a slow train coming to serve somebody

The future slips
Through its grip
Into a post atomic drift

And I can’t break through
The other side’s too wide
An impossible view
So I fall asleep
As she floats downstream 
Into the wrecking ball

The future slips
Through the cracks
Of an old forgotten blackout 

Don't tell me my love ain't paid for
Don't tell me my love ain't fair
It's not like you noticed
It's not like you care
It's not like they know this
It's not like they care

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