Lyrics:

Well, you say it's such a small, small world flying Club Class back from the far-east curled up safe and warm in the big chair you were drifting through the skies of anywhere Get the courtesy car to the Sheraton there's live on-the-spot reports on the CNN between the ad-breaks so you think you know what's going on - but you don't because you weren't in Belfast, no you weren't there and no you weren't in Waco, no you weren't there and you weren't in Kosovo, you weren't there and you weren't in my head so you don't know how it felt walking arm in arm with crowds to the square and the banners waving and the sun glinting All this information swims round and round like a shoal of fish in a tank going nowhere Up and down between the glass walls You're so safe in the knowledge they're impenetrable and you look out at the world and see nothing at all so go back to sleep and you'll be woken when the time comes and you'll never know just what hit you or where it came from because you weren't in Bradford, no you weren't there and you weren't on the hill, no you weren't there and you weren't with us so you never saw just what happened when the television crews came knocking on the door how the people told them all to go to Hell, smashed the cameras and sent them away There were sirens going off and policemen coming in and all that you love was being swept away in the rush of a black tide all done in your name and you'll never know just what happened there or how it feels - just how it feels . . .