In Vain

I feel something come from the kitchen I can't hear my name But names ever sound the same If you same them in vain I've got feelings You've got them too But I can hardly explain The feelings that run through the brain When you're feeling in vain Ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh Ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh Aye aye aye aye aye Birds always seeming Seem to be receiving Information I have obtained Cause your music all sounds the same Cause you write it in vain Silver computer, daytime commuters Oh what a beautiful shame Art doesn't deserve a frame If you frame it in vain Ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh Ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh Aye aye aye aye aye