His world is under observation We monitor his station Under faces and the places Where he traces points of view
He picks up scraps of conversation Radio and radiation From the dancers and romancers With the answers - but no clue
He'd love to spend the night in Zion He's been a long while in Babylon He'd like a lover's wings to fly on To a tropic isle of Avalon
His world is under anaesthetic Subdivided and synthetic His reliance on the giants In the science of the day
He picks up scraps of information He's adept at adaptation 'Cause for strangers and arrangers Constant change is here to stay
He'd love to spend the night in Zion He's been a long while in Babylon He'd like a lover's wings to fly on To a tropic isle of Avalon
He's got a force field and a flexible plan He's got a date with fate in a black sedan He plays fast forward for as long as he can But he won't need a bed He's a digital manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
