I must be dreaming, live in a small world with dust over it. I've got no feelings, wear thin shoes with glass under them Click off gone. They made him lie down, keeping the ground warmwhile life drips on it They turned him right down, collected a life and said goodbye to it Click off gone Don't make it anything specil, tucked in with words over it Click off gone Luca Brasi's got nothing on you There's something wrong 'cos i can leave if i want to You don't stay long but i imagine your real Invited you for a meal I must be dreaming, the pictures are gone nowi'mnot sure of it I've got no feelings. i turned down the sound now there's no more of it Click off gone Click off gone