when everyone s gone the quiet returns just passing through little hurricane a melody comes it plays and it s gone after the storm everything is still and there s no conversation i ll talk to myself if i have to another high street another hotel language is wrong walking off beat and after all the pretty girls leave who will be here to amuse you so you ll never be quite sure when to stop how many miles till the penny drops you re taking me back your east block flat how will my heart ever get that there s nothing here just concrete shapes i look to the left and i tell you english architecture is far away maybe i m waiting for a bell to ring a symphony to play take my shoes away from me and i will stay or i could just lie here and fantasise i m really somewhere else another town another high street language is wrong walking off beat and after all the pretty girls leave who will be here to amuse you so when everyone s gone the quiet returns just passing through little hurricane a melody comes it plays and it s gone after the storm everything is still and there s no conversation i ll talk to myself if i have to now and english architecture is far away maybe i m waiting for a bell to ring a symphony to play take my shoes away from me and i will stay or i could just lie here and fantasise that nothing s gonna change
['chamber psych']