Don't know quite what to say, haven't seen you in seven ages
Can you tell that it's me, or is my picture on torn out pages?
[Chorus:]
And you think it's real, but it's just another future deal
And you know you're right, 'cause you've waited for it all night
Then you find yourself, sitting on a little shelf
Don't know quite what to do, I've been acting my life in phases
Is it really true that they're keeping us locked in cages?
Rock maker
