The Tick Tock Man — Gary Numan

Look at your face It's so fortunately arranged Don't look back I can assure you that you won't like what you see

You step on my dreams I could whisper You intrude on me I could whisper You close in and I'm so uneasy

Hotel rooms, sweet dreams Like slot machines that call it 'Love love' A coin in the hole You young things never stay young for longe

This edge in my voice But there's really nothing much to say My conscience mends I suppose it all meant something to you.

You step on my dreams I could whisper You intrude on me I could whisper You close in and I'm so uneasy