Faces on TV - Womba Lyrics

All the same faces are twisting underground
The Dj's double graveyard shift is burning things down
No one lifts an eye higher to reply
Till suddenly the air gets sucked out of all the rooms around

I hear the world is moving on her hips
I hear the word is falling from her lips
She could have been a stranger she could have had no name
If she didn't look like she loves to get the blame
For a red crime

If you wanna hide
I'll try another name
And If you wanna fly
I'll fold a pretty plane

If you're gonna stay
I'll think of something new
And if you wanna run
Then let me run with you

This psychodelicate girl is floating through the room
While I follow trails of dust into the cloud of her perfume
I think of all the ways, to avoid the apocalypse
Cause we'll both be put on trial
If I dare to touch her lips