Well, I saw you looking out of a window
In a cafe down by the velodrome
They spelled your name wrong on the birth certificate
You cried about it for the whole drive home

And I saw you down at the demonstration
But I couldn’t tell what it was about
I spelled my name wrong on the declaration
Couldn’t erase it so I crossed it out

And didn’t it feel so good
Didn’t it feel so good

So I close my eyes and push all the air out
Then I float up to the surface again
I love the feeling of running in circles
I am a slave to the curriculum

Seems like everyone I know is in trouble
Seems like everyone has nowhere to go
The country lives on despite our frustration
Built a vibrator from a radio

Well, I saw you looking into a window
There’s a cool breeze at the top of my cage
I check my radar, it’s all so exciting
I'm losing contact but can’t disengage