They're wrong That we're estranged and all alone They believe nothing can reach us And pull us out of the boundless gloom Yeah, baby, they're wrong They'll say, no one can see us They'll say the sun is dying And the fragile can't be saved And the cold,

Hey, it's true Machinery in my pocket, I've even got a docket from you I'm a helpless automaton, make an ultimatum to you I stay in my room, All alone in the gloom, What need I of light? Machines they can see in the night, And I feel no pain