Lyrics:

Last night you said I was cold, untouchable
A lonely piece of action from another town
I just want to be free, I'm happy to be lonely
Can't you stay away?
Just leave me alone with my thoughts
Just a runaway, just a runaway
I'm saving myself for you
Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights
Cold moan, held on the crest of the night
I'm too tired to fight
So now we're passing strangers at single tables
Still trying to get over
Still trying to write love songs for passing strangers
And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies
Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper
Oh I remember Toronto when Mylo went down
And we sat and we cried on the phone
I never felt so alone
He was the first of our own
Some of us go down in a haze of publicity
Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity
The price of infamy, the edge of insanity
Another Holiday Inn, another temporary home, and an interviewer threatened me with a microphone
'Talk to me, won't you tell me your stories,
Won't you tell me your stories'
So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain
And he looked out the window and it started to rain
I thought, maybe I'd already gone crazy
So I reached for the bottle and he reached for the door
And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor
Inviting me to a casual obscenity
It would be incredible if we could retrace all the lives that were lived here
All those sparks, all those collisions
All those collisions
Wasted, I've never been so wasted
I've never been this far out before
Perimeter walk, walk
I can sense a child
I can sense a child
I can sense a childhood
I can sense this childhood
A childhood, a childhood
A childhood, a misplaced childhood
A childhood, a childhood
A childhood, this is a misplaced childhood
A childhood, a childhood
A childhood, can you sense a misplaced childhood?
A childhood, a childhood
A childhood, can you sense a misplaced childhood
A childhood, a childhood
A childhood, a childhood
Oh please, give it back to me
I saw a war widow in a launderette, washing the memories from her husband's clothes
She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat, a lump in her throat with cemetery eyes.
I see convoys curb crawling West German autobahns trying to pick up a war
They're going to even the score
Oh I can't take any more
I see black flags on factories, soup ladles poised on the lips of the poor
I see children with vacant stares destined for rape in the alleyways
Does anybody care?
I can't take anymore
Should we say goodbye?
I see priests, politicians
Heroes in black plastic bodybags under nation's flags
I see children pleading with outstretched hands, drenched in napalm, this is no Vietnam
I can't take anymore, should we say goodbye?
How can we justify?
And they call us civilised
And they call us civilised
And they call us civilised
Civilised, civilised
And they call us civilised
And they call us civilised