Permaglow
If you're alone, must be the hardest of things
With only four walls to hold you in
Alone, nobody sticking like glue
Tending your light, tending to you
No one to laugh at your jokes, be scared of your ghosts
Pick you up when you're broken, speak the unspoken
Listen at night when your dream's running riot
The ways of the world make you wonder
The screen is permaglow, no fireflies bothering
The door is always closed, no one is hovering
Now we're slaves to the system, a machine that won't slow
Issued a number, ready to roll
Camera's all-seeing, there's no sense in believing
George Orwell was right, we had to wait a bit longer
'Til the lasso was stronger
Now it's filament fine like a Clare Valley wine
You can't see it, but it's tougher than a piece of fence wire
The line between a full life and terminal decline
Is filled out by the passengers, we're just marking time
It's said no one's an island, nor it's meant to be
Staring at the night sky, what's become of me?
The screen is permaglow, no fireflies hovering
The door is always closed, no one is bothering
Oh no, oh no
Yeah, God of the schoolyard, shut out by the noise
Last rites and the feasting, men acting like boys
Tossed around by a whirlpool of envy and rage
Is this how homo sapiens remember their days?
Remember, remember, remember
It's said no one's an island, nor it's meant to be
Shouting at the night sky, what's become of me? (Oh, yeah)
The screen is permaglow, no fireflies hovering
The door is always closed, no one is bothering
Oh no, no, no, no, no
Book saw
With only four walls to hold you in
Alone, nobody sticking like glue
Tending your light, tending to you
No one to laugh at your jokes, be scared of your ghosts
Pick you up when you're broken, speak the unspoken
Listen at night when your dream's running riot
The ways of the world make you wonder
The screen is permaglow, no fireflies bothering
The door is always closed, no one is hovering
Now we're slaves to the system, a machine that won't slow
Issued a number, ready to roll
Camera's all-seeing, there's no sense in believing
George Orwell was right, we had to wait a bit longer
'Til the lasso was stronger
Now it's filament fine like a Clare Valley wine
You can't see it, but it's tougher than a piece of fence wire
The line between a full life and terminal decline
Is filled out by the passengers, we're just marking time
It's said no one's an island, nor it's meant to be
Staring at the night sky, what's become of me?
The screen is permaglow, no fireflies hovering
The door is always closed, no one is bothering
Oh no, oh no
Yeah, God of the schoolyard, shut out by the noise
Last rites and the feasting, men acting like boys
Tossed around by a whirlpool of envy and rage
Is this how homo sapiens remember their days?
Remember, remember, remember
It's said no one's an island, nor it's meant to be
Shouting at the night sky, what's become of me? (Oh, yeah)
The screen is permaglow, no fireflies hovering
The door is always closed, no one is bothering
Oh no, no, no, no, no
Book saw
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Writer(s): Peter Garrett
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