Arcade Blues (Single)

Lonely consolations from the TV screen and for the things unseen Pixelled consolations don't know what they bring but it's not empathy Dream from palpitations your ideas fade, they begin to stray But you can always make it up along the way from what you meant to say Pointless excitation from the cluttered sounds where the voices drown Morbid fascination insulates your brain, it becomes unwound If only this were real you'd see it clear as day, not some other way Terrible electric daydreams oozing through the ground, you are never found Take me from this arcade blues I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do Take these hands, let me loose Something else to do, find something else to do Lonely consolations from the TV screen and for the things unseen Pixelled consolations don't know what they bring but it's not empathy Dream from palpitations your ideas fade, they begin to stray But you can always make it up along the way from what you meant to say Take me from these arcade blues I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do Take these hands, let me loose Something else to do, find something else to do