Tubeway Army lyrics

Flow my tears the new police song
The slogan of peace is you must live
They've got me and I'm one of them

Cancel: silence they screamed for days
We've been here before, we won't stay
They can die, they can just turn off

Some vehicle moves in circles
Some people need the heroes
But I don't mind
I don't mind

Please listen to the sirens
We don't wish to be your friends

Stroll to the cafe
My God how time flies
I close up my brain
And another friend dies

I feel like a mirror
Feel like nothing is mine
I could go back to crying
But now dying seems fine

So I hang from the ceiling
Or I sit on the air
Or rot in a corner
Until somebody cares

Faces at random
I quote people I knew
I'd love to be like me
If I could feel like you

Here am I, more roche five than pain

Me I've just died
But some machine keeps on humming
I'm just an extra piece of dead meat to keep running
Why won't you let me die in peace?
Why won't you let me die with some kind of honour?
Why won't you let me die at all?
I know
You've got your principles

My body lies immobile
I left it days ago
And me I watch from somewhere as the loved ones come and go
I see them glancing at the switch

See the strange boy keeping to the shadows
He's a very good friend of mine
I've seen you running from the ladies
Don't tell me you're not that kind
I've got the time if you've got the money
Mister you'll be pleased you'll see
We'll meet by the tubeway as the screamer cries eleven
And you can have your way with me
You're gonna make me feel so cold

See my one love talking to the pretty boy

Memories lost in faded films of my life
And a friend that used to be something special to me
Red wine and good times if you don't feel at all
There is no point in going on tonight

Something's in the house something's on the stairs
War's in the air
The queer is out of order and me i'm on the ground
But that's no place to be

Jack Burroughs says what you doing
Oh me, I'm going home

The problems of need
I need you
Obscene dreams in
Rusty beds
No one came here
Tonight
I pulled on me
I need to

I unstick pages and read
I look at pictures of you
I smell the lust in my hands
Everyday I die

Her favorite trick
Was to suck me inside
Oh so very
Art nouveau
Completely false
Feelings of love I don't
No one knows, but that died
Years ago

I unstick pages and read

It's so quiet and dark
And I shouldn't be here
This machine won't last
For always

Just my steel friend and me
I stand brave by his side
This machine is all
I live for

I can see in your eyes
You're not so sure about me
This machine is my voice
Please listen

It's so noisy and bright
And I just love being here
This machine will last
For my life

Can you see her little eyes?
Can you see her little hands?
Don't you think she looks just like me?
Can you hear her little scream?
Can you hear her little cry?
Don't you think she sounds just like me?

You have friends and we have reasons
I can't meet you face-to-face
There are no corners to hide in my room
No doors, no windows, no fireplace

My love is only for me
My love needs nobody else

No one's alive
You could almost be me
What do you mean
Oh, nothing, nothing at all
Room 8 top floor
I've seen this man before
Are you real?

Is it me, is it you

Cold metal voice
Of no one's friend it could be mine
My reflection
Is no longer me at all
Am I a fake
Of the man and are you of me
Are you real?

Is it me, is it you

Relax in a backroom
Oh me oh my oh wouldn't you
I know your face

The dream police
Slogan: What is on your mind?
The airwave boys
Junkies won't get radio time
The purist league
White trenchcoats in pre-war style
The aging queens
Mister won't you stay a while?

In death row with Harlow
And others like you
I point my finger of hate
At your picture and love you and love you
The radio is talking
Is it you or me?
I must admit
It's far too late to dial police

Jo the waiter worked for me
Serving wine in basement bars
Only madmen ever stay, got no time
If you're mindless please take mine

Jo the waiter held me close
Behind the door marked `gentlemen'
Just for now that's all I need
Won't someone call me `friend'?

Long gone, I recall good times
I must confess, I cried

We burned out and the line went dead
At six o'clock I felt so alone

My name is Smith
Your silence is my trade
My name is Smith
Here in this bar you fade out

Time heals nothing
It merely rearranges our memory
In zero bars
Even time no longer seems willing to try

Please look around
Empty faces that never quite die
Don't be surprised
Their bodies move by habit, look in their eyes

Nothing is real
If you break down and cry they won't even stare
Nobody feels

Stroll to the cafe
My God how time flies
I close up my brain
And another friend dies

I feel like a mirror
Feel like nothing is mine
I could go back to crying
But now dying seems fine

So I hang from the ceiling
Or I sit on the air
Or rot in a corner
Until somebody cares

Faces at random
I quote people I knew
I'd love to be like me
If I could feel like you

My name is Smith
Your silence is my trade
My name is Smith
Here in this bar you fade out

Time heals nothing
It merely rearranges our memory
In zero bars
Even time no longer seems willing to try

Please look around
Empty faces that never quite die
Don't be surprised
Their bodies move by habit, look in their eyes

Nothing is real
If you break down and cry they won't even stare
Nobody feels

We have a random on the westside
Personality malfunction
He says I can't give you anything at all
Just a room with a bad view of you
He sent a letter to a downstat
Saying sorry that I missed you
But I can't think of anything to do
He's addicted to the time track

We have a technical
We have a technical

He's in a hotel where they all go
Saying Boy, I've lost my memory
It's so surprising

We are so fragile
Advertising lies that are whiter than yours
We are so fragile
They could give us a war just to keep us amused

We are so fragile
I could stay here inside and say it's all been done
We are so fragile
Just pretend I never tried, I'll leave it up to you

We are still so young
And it must be wrong but I'd do it all the same
We are really so shy

Me I've just died
But some machine keeps on humming
I'm just an extra piece of dead meat to keep running
Why won't you let me die in peace?
Why won't you let me die with some kind of honour?
Why won't you let me die at all?
I know
You've got your principles

My body lies immobile
I left it days ago
And me I watch from somewhere as the loved ones come and go
I see them glancing at the switch

The dream police
Slogan: What is on your mind?
The airwave boys
Junkies won't get radio time
The purist league
White trenchcoats in pre-war style
The aging queens
Mister won't you stay a while?

In death row with Harlow
And others like you
I point my finger of hate
At your picture and love you and love you
The radio is talking
Is it you or me?
I must admit
It's far too late to dial police

It's so quiet and dark
And I shouldn't be here
This machine won't last
For always

Just my steel friend and me
I stand brave by his side
This machine is all
I live for

I can see in your eyes
You're not so sure about me
This machine is my voice
Please listen

It's so noisy and bright
And I just love being here
This machine will last
For my life

Memories lost in faded films of my life
And a friend that used to be something special to me
Red wine and good times if you don't feel at all
There is no point in going on tonight

Something's in the house something's on the stairs
War's in the air
The queer is out of order and me i'm on the ground
But that's no place to be

Jack Burroughs says what you doing
Oh me, I'm going home

Only a downstat
Personality problem
He would say things like 'I love you'
And cry real tears

Met him in some place
Like a home for old mothers
Where the cure is always death
But no-one ever leaves

He wore a number 7
Badge on his collar
He would show it with pride
And say 'it means I can feel'

He'd bribe the warders
To send letters to someone
Who didn't even know his name

Stroll to the cafe
My God how time flies
I close up my brain
And another friend dies

I feel like a mirror
Feel like nothing is mine
I could go back to crying
But now dying seems fine

So I hang from the ceiling
Or I sit on the air
Or rot in a corner
Until somebody cares

Faces at random
I quote people I knew
I'd love to be like me
If I could feel like you

Here am I, more roche five than pain

Can you see her little eyes?
Can you see her little hands?
Don't you think she looks just like me?
Can you hear her little scream?
Can you hear her little cry?
Don't you think she sounds just like me?

You have friends and we have reasons
I can't meet you face-to-face
There are no corners to hide in my room
No doors, no windows, no fireplace

My love is only for me
My love needs nobody else

Flow my tears the new police song
The slogan of peace is you must live
They've got me and I'm one of them

Cancel: silence they screamed for days
We've been here before, we won't stay
They can die, they can just turn off

Some vehicle moves in circles
Some people need the heroes
But I don't mind
I don't mind

Please listen to the sirens
We don't wish to be your friends

Jo the waiter worked for me
Serving wine in basement bars
Only madmen ever stay, got no time
If you're mindless please take mine

Jo the waiter held me close
Behind the door marked `gentlemen'
Just for now that's all I need
Won't someone call me `friend'?

Long gone, I recall good times
I must confess, I cried

We burned out and the line went dead
At six o'clock I felt so alone

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See the strange boy keeping to the shadows
He's a very good friend of mine
I've seen you running from the ladies
Don't tell me you're not that kind
I've got the time if you've got the money
Mister you'll be pleased you'll see
We'll meet by the tubeway as the screamer cries eleven
And you can have your way with me
You're gonna make me feel so cold

See my one love talking to the pretty boy

The problems of need
I need you
Obscene dreams in
Rusty beds
No one came here
Tonight
I pulled on me
I need to

I unstick pages and read
I look at pictures of you
I smell the lust in my hands
Everyday I die

Her favorite trick
Was to suck me inside
Oh so very
Art nouveau
Completely false
Feelings of love I don't
No one knows, but that died
Years ago

I unstick pages and read

No one's alive
You could almost be me
What do you mean
Oh, nothing, nothing at all
Room 8 top floor
I've seen this man before
Are you real?

Is it me, is it you

Cold metal voice
Of no one's friend it could be mine
My reflection
Is no longer me at all
Am I a fake
Of the man and are you of me
Are you real?

Is it me, is it you

Relax in a backroom
Oh me oh my oh wouldn't you
I know your face

[instrumental]