I keep going round and round on the same old circuit;
A wire travels underground to a vacant lot,
Where something I can't see interrupts the current
And shrinks the picture down to a tiny dot.
And from behind the screen it can look so perfect:
But it's not.

So here I'm sitting in my car at the same old stoplight;
I keep waiting for a change but I don't know what.
So red turns into green turning into yellow,
But I'm just frozen here on the same old spot;
And all I have to do is to press the pedal:
But I'm not.

People are tricky; you can't afford to show 
Anything risky, anything they don't know.
The moment you try - well kiss it goodbye.

So baby, kiss me like a drug, like a respirator;
And let me fall into the dream of the astronaut,
Where I get lost in space that goes on forever,
And you make all the rest just an afterthought;
And I believe it's you who could make it better:
Though it's not.
No it's not... 
No it's not...