Hypnotized by the scenery in the head
Desensitized, and the nude is on your way

Can't make sense on your own
And the show is not for you
Thoughts of plastic and chrome
You shut me down
With those three words
Those three words
Are a single cell
On your mother's tongue

This is gorgeous
Running through my head

Can't make sense on your own
This body's old and outgrown
Thoughts of plastic and chrome
Running through my head
You shut me down
With those three words
Those three words
Are a single cell
On your mother's tongue

I described so long ago
No one's there, no one's home
I described without your way

In your eyes, no one's there
No one's there who really cares
I described without your way

No I've been that way too
Well I've been that way too
Your head, in there's your eyes

You're an eyesore

This is gorgeous
Running through my mind