Something's wrong, I know it, in an abstract sense
There's some sort of commotion due to certain events
I know there's a commotion cos your head's in your hands
And people aren't standing where they usually stand
No, don't tell me, I know this one, I know this one
No, don't tell me, I know this one, I know this one
No, don't tell me, I know this one, I know this one
Something is happening with emotional resonance
There's a difference in volume and the room is off-beam
I've read about this, so I know what this means
Loudness means dissatisfaction, silence disdain
No clues! I'll work it out - it can't be hard to explain
You look at me with sadness, or it's grief, or it's fright
If there's a problem say so - or we'll be here all night
This isn't like on TV, these emotions aren't raw
And aren't articulated by a musical score
Cos I blame cinematic subtext and its influence on everyday life
I blame enigmatic glances and we assume that is the way that we're supposed to deal with strife
I blame implicit content where they never ever ever ever explain
I can't concentrate if everybody's yelling
Refusal to articulate spawns unresolved tension
Baby, I need you to live I need you in my life
You're in my dreams and if you leave my heart will break tonight
If everything I've learnt from pop and TV shows is law
That should sort it out so let's all get back to where we were before