Not much of a morning
Looking out on the beech trees
You were always the best thing
I did some sketches
Falling forward to the earth again
Rush of gold to the head
It'll do me good to see you again
I'm cut off from the moon and stars and...
Chad, you dance like a robot
Chad, you're moving at the speed of light
Chad, spinning like a satellite
Chad, meet me at the disco lights
Sleep late in the morning
Will my name be spoken?
Never going to be beautiful
Til I've been broken
Won't let the music make me sad again
I'll keep my head in the clouds
I'll meet you later at the picture house
Hold out I'll get to you somehow
Chad, you dance like a robot
Chad, you're moving at the speed of light
Chad, spinning like a satellite
Chad, meet me at the disco lights