She'll take a slowcar to China
She'll pay the rent for the use of you
She'll take a slowcar to China
She'll pay the rent for the use of you tonight

We are not afraid to love
But no new ideas
You almost get used to
Such things you know
The mechanic's on the phone again
We break down
The others you'd remember
If I could spare some time

In love with this elegant bitch
And here am I just a shy young fool
In love with this elegant bitch
She only sparkles at times
For you tonight

She forgets that we know
She forgets who we are

I suppose the things I overheard
Were quite by chance
The only story I ever knew or cared for
Best left unheard I suppose, don't you?
You look for somewhere to start to look

We'll take a slowcar to China
Everything that you need is here
We'll take a slowcar to China
Everything that you need is here tonight

I forgot not to call
And now we're out of love

She'll take a slowcar to China
A little green worm inside my head
She'll take a slowcar to China
A little green worm inside my head tonight

Just pretend it's for real
You will pay like before
Just pretend it was me
You will pay Mr. Jones

There's nothing much to keep us alive but 'Dance'
All that she can say is 'Goodbye'
All things change, I suppose
We'll sing without voice, without heart
And leave no address
I will never ever see you again, I know

Don't take a slowcar to China
We did, we did
She needed nothing and no-one, so
Don't take a slowcar to China
She needed nothing and no-one here tonight

You will pay like before
Always one step behind
You will pay Mr. Jones
Always one step away

There's no-one here to leave you behind
But me

Boys watch from windows tonight
I'm not surprised to see you waiting here
You keep them in business just supplying you
Get in the car I've something to say

Stay in bed
Why waste my time
Open your eyes but
Only if you can
Office in a sidestreet is no place for you
Night talk and romance
Like beat the clock

Boys like me aren't supposd to cry
But it's so easy to do
Boys like me aren't supposed to cry
But just look at you
Night talk

Take things slow you can crack
Like your face I don't understand
How you smile and pretend it's fun
Do you laugh when the rats come round to play?

Boys like me aren't supposd to cry
But it's so easy to do
Boys like me aren't supposed to cry
But just look at you
Night talk

(Written by Paul Gardiner / Gary Numan)

Here we are
We drift like gas
On someone else's bed
I pay high you know

Here we are
How old are you?
It's just a job to me

Here the ladies always ring twice
Thought you'd slip away tonight with me
In a subway I called 'you'

Hello you
No more this talk of
'My boys will be yours'
No more 'I'
This conversation drains
My patience dry

Here the business always rings twice
No relaxing for the boys tonight
In a subway I called 'You'

Here the tension always shows twice
Shed one tear
It's just routine - for now
In a subway I called 'You'

Why cry now
It's over
feelings change

How are you
How am I
Cry, the clock said

I know little of romance
And these little tract houses
I know even less of you
And if you should ever think of me
Maybe it's a game you lost
Well, someone I know lost the whole damn world
No more this talk of they're out to get me
Just slide out of Sydney
And I can never go back

How could I be surprised
How could I even believe
Cry, the clock said

I'll forget who you are
I'll forget one of these days
Cry, the clock said

You are distraction
Like pictures on the wall
I don't like eyes

You are attraction
It gets to be routine
You're up, I'm down

She's got claws
But the factory knows
We're dreams in cold storage
We could dance the night away

You say you love me
Maybe you do
A patience I can't steal
I don't believe you
You said 'Straight'
It's like giving up hope

Here on the ground
On the floor
Screaming nothing at all
Here on the ground
Like some whore
Looking down on you all
Too much advice
I'm not sure

Laughing hyaenas
With pens for charm
You'll just suck in the boys
We have to leave soon
Shudder. 'The Door'
This house is far too cool

She's got claws
But the factory knows
We're dreams in cold storage
We could dance the night away

Don't things change
Don't we all
What's it like to
Crash? The driver

Nothing more to prove
So please just
Send in the machines
We know little of celebrations and
How are things with you

You're hung up on 'time'
You're hung up on 'age'
Now there's me
Now there's me
What's it like to
Crash? The driver

You drink to rumours
And talk about someone new in your bed
There is no game to win so
Get out as fast as you can

Hung up on 'The time'
Hung up on 'My age'
You don't know
You don't know
What it's like to
Crash the driver

Listen Zara
Boys like me
We get used to
Things like you

Boys like me
We don't understand
Lies like yours

Listen Zara
Boys like me
From rags to riches
Bleed for you

Listen Zara
Boys like me
Regret things sometimes
Things like you

But it can rain
She looks like me(?)
But it can rain

Listen Zara
Boys like me
We are short stories
Shapes for you

Boys like me
We live in dreams
But they're yours, not ours

She sits in the corner
Where it's reasonably quiet
Drinking coffe with cream
Thinking stories of young love
She calls to the waiter
'Won't you lend me some time
You can sit by my side
And I'll let you be friends with mine'

The cafe is old
But the candlelight's new
She orders beujolais wine
And says 'I've thought of you too'

She whispers 'isn't it odd
You remind me of songs
That I'd rather forget
Like feeling I longed for

You haunt me inside
Sometimes I recall
Question mistakes
Who grew to nothing at all'

I hear voices that cry
And one of them's mine
All the things I could say
Are reasons I can't
She says 'I've seen you before
In thoughts I call "Son"
Like an old film with sound
When the link comes undone'

The waiter is me
And the woman is you
And we are that story
Just like others I knew

Sometimes they try to forget
And sometimes they do
Giving love for the financial gain
She's so good with excuses
And incorrect reasons
I'm tired of trying to win
And you're tired of me

She knows how to stand in the corner
And whisper the words that you need
She knows how to stand in the corner
And whisper the words
With that cynical charm
We could dance
Now it's my brother's time

Here on the floor with these
Very loose young girls
Like someone in Japan who just lied
If the innocent are saved
Then what happens to her?
What's done is done
And everything's different somehow

I keep a book of reflections
That sometimes appear in her eyes
I keep a book of reflections
And realise there's nothing much
That I can do
We could dance
Now it's my brother's time

You are you are
Hopefully mistaken
Like old ties
You'll soon be broken down
Like all the rest who tried

You are you are
Something quite surprising
Story's odd
Concerning love
The scene will change for you, you know

You are you're a
Living exhibition
Defying age
Like a seasoned vetran
Of men for cash

I know how to hide
And wait for you
I know how to wait
I won't forget
Exactly what you are

See her shine like stars
Before they bum
See her shine with stars
Before they fade away
Such a shame
The best of fame

Thse new romantics are oh so boring
I could swear I've been there
Once or twice before
Like you
I should grow wings
And just forget the club
You know the legends never wanted
To be me
Far too erotic to be okay, so
If you're concerned, well I don't care
You play games, you play safe
Me I just sighed with relief

Matthew's mother
The change disturbs me
You're everybody's friend
Age, I suppose
Just like religion
You're going nowhere
Like your so explicit clothes onto the floor
On those occasions
When everything's broke down
Including you and me
See the boy, see the girl
The exhibition now is over

So here am I
Quite by chance near the phone
I could call and make you crawl into bed

Questions always questions
I'll just speak in slow motion
About obsessions with boys on the floor

Take that smile off your face
Wipe that tear from your eye
Don't say sorry for me
Take that smile off your face
Wipe that tear from your eye
Don't say sorry for me

Now look at me
Like a stormtrooper in drag
I'll bet you feel exactly like I do
It's so disgusting
I'm so tired of
Rhythm and needles in arms
I don't want your point of view

Nothing to do
Nothing to steal
And there's nothing to say
Nothing to do
Nothing to steal
And there's nothing to say

Oh, don't cry
Love it, love it
I need to

Stop it

What's it like to be face to face with me?
Playing tricks with hearts quite as young as yours
Do you know what the reunion pays for you?
Do you feel like I'm supposed to do?

I could be love
I could be your assassin. I don't know

Pictures of my face dissappear with time
They gave boys to quite tasteless friends of mine
Re-arrange thoughts to 'what will be will be'
There is no god so pray to me.

No more than chance
I'm told it's quite surprising
I could just walk out and impress myself
I need to hurt,
I need to crash for my sake
You are something
That I could do without

And I could always
Take the pills and leave
But you have to stay awake
To stay away
And I would die for you
And I would cry too
And I would sing like rain
And I would find you

I dream of rumours
Like a favourite passtime
With conversation like
"I need to breathe"
This celebration makes me
Crawl away and hide
And you must know that
I would die for you

Applicant, I am
Clean young flesh
Cubicles, we merge
And me so decent

Lock up my vehicle
Crack my walls
I'm stealing your words
And me so honest

Someone took pictures
Just look at her go
Her presence exhausting me
Like spectators we are

I have no address
Who are you
Kiss my arse goodbye
The show grows rusty

Simulate phone call
Face to face
Newspaper loose talk
You wreck my dreams

Exhibit 'A' God
So few of us left
Exhibit 'B'God
The problems of death

Old sex, unclean
Do you need the moon?
Recall no names
Don't ask 'How are you?'

Where's my attendant?
And where is my wife?
Wait in the doorway
While I say goodnight

He looks like me

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