Crop circles in the carpet...

Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap

Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall--
crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
When busy streets a mess with people would stop to hold their heads heavy.

Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years, they were here first.

Oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this,
still alive.

Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won't catch me around here.)
Blood and tears,
they were here first.

Mmm, what'd you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what'd you say?
Mm, that it's all for the best? Ah, of course it is.
Mmm, what'd you say?
Mm, that it’s just what we need? And you decided this.
Mmm what'd you say?
What did she say?

Ransom notes keep falling out of your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.

Ransom notes keep falling out of your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.

You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.