[00:16.01]A radio plays 'White Christmas'
[00:18.96]It's been doing that for years
[00:22.77]If someone leaves the station
[00:24.94]Oh please don't talk to strangers
[00:26.64]Can't you see they're not like us
[00:28.99]
[00:30.19]The vacant flesh of U.D.'s
[00:33.85]Stand leaning by the walls
[00:36.96]You can feel them thinking over
[00:39.15]Ways of merging with the thoughts
[00:40.95]You never dare to dream
[00:43.12]
[00:54.33]It must have been years
[01:01.49]It must have been years
[01:03.89]
[01:08.80]They want to relive all my memories
[01:13.32]Give me 'the service' daily
[01:16.35]Maybe it was mother
[01:18.31]I can't seem to remember
[01:20.03]Much at all these days
[01:22.83]
[01:23.87]Picture open doorways
[01:27.32]No pick-ups by the taxi boys
[01:30.90]Just a bed near the window
[01:32.49]And an old lamp by my pillow
[01:34.35]And the things I have to do
[01:37.25]
[01:47.88]It must have been years
[01:54.99]It must have been years
[01:57.86]
[02:47.34]The driver wants to touch me
[02:50.89]He mentions all the old cop bullshit
[02:54.21]I try to back away
[02:55.85]But he's so strong I just can't move
[02:57.94]Maybe I don't want to anyway
[03:01.13]
[03:01.62]The time to leave is always 'soon'
[03:05.07]I wonder if I'm lying
[03:08.70]A vague feeling of panic
[03:10.22]As a man leaves saying "thank you"
[03:12.15]I blame it all on you
[03:14.55]
[03:25.60]It must have been years
[03:32.68]It must have been years