On Off On. — The Cooper Temple Clause

Fondness never played a role like this They knew the bruises start to show Ducking shells was never my idea Tried but I stopped trying Sucking hard for sympathy

We've got treatment, we've got city slick Messages on the 'hush-hush' Machines can't work, this thing's got skin Magazine and liars Hooks and chains to tear you down

We hold on so tight But we already know You flicker, sparkle You twinkle at me All bitter and clean On. Off. On.

We're dull and stupid and we're caged in glass Keeping tallies. Charts and graphs So set your hands alight and watch them flap We can keep on talking If you can keep on telling lies

We hold on tight But we already know You flicker, sparkle You twinkle at me All bitter and clean On. Off. On.

We fly our flags by nite All bored and shredded up We're keeping you on track We keep you alive We're just at your side On. Off. On.

The cable's frayed, the timber's burned The cable's frayed, the timber's burned The cable's frayed, the timber's burned The cable's frayed, the timber's burned