Lyrics:

So much for apathy
And scraping up your knees
The midwest is a tease
And missing out is universal

'E' stands for everything
And 'bloody' means the same
No matter where you live
Or who you call when bad news sticks to you

Is it easy to believe
That distance and disease
Separate the six degrees?

And the day will come
When you make someone
Make someone want to stay

Dress down the calendar
The fashion in decline
Pacific Standard Time is slow
So ask yourself: Am I a 'Lucky Star'
Or am I 'Like a Prayer'
Or do I even dare
To peel away the off-white face again?

You can see it on the screen
A guest in the machine
Never saying what you mean

And the day will come when
You make someone
Make someone want to stay

Stay...
Wanna stay...