Living in a powderkeg
And giving off sparks
Baby thinks that too much light
is a lot like dark

Bridge and tunnel people
dreaming conectivity
Future unremembered stars
Lacking electricity

Baby just wants
Baby just wants to move her body...

By the time I get to Ho Chi Min
She'll be crying
Sleeping in a frying pan
somehow still not frying

Heathrow concorde nonstop flight
Baby is sleeping in
She can wait for night to fall
So it can all begin again

Desire, consumption, addiction, emptiness...