Lawns with garden gnomes are common here
(I know) I can’t escape this weird dream
Plastic tunes and foreign carbon cars (so clever)
I can’t decide what to do

And I scream at the top of my voice when I’m blurred
Now that noone cares, noone really cares
I still faint with desire, then I get to scared
How could I ever make it out of here?

Going against the tide, is weighing down on me
(I know) I can’t escape this weird race
All signs are dreary, there’s no need for grace, I worry
I can’t decide what to do

And I scream at the top of my voice when I’m blurred
Now that noone cares, noone really cares
I still faint with desire, then I get to scared
How could I ever make it out of here?

And I scream at the top of my voice when I’m blurred
Now that noone cares, noone really cares
I still faint with desire, then I get to scared
How could I ever make it out of here?

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written by lemon/ lyrics H. Vermeersch