Don't know quite what to say, haven't seen you in seven ages
Can you tell that it's me, or is
my picture on torn out pages?
Chorus:
And you think it's real, but it's just
another future deal
And you know you're right, 'cause you've waited for it all night
Then
you find yourself, sitting on a little shelf
Don't know quite what to do, I've been
acting my life in phases
Is it really true that they're keeping us locked in
cages?
