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...