Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird, Where are you now, When I need you?
Alone on an aeroplane,
Falling asleep against the window pane.
My blood will thicken...
Who are my real friends?
Have they all got the bends?
Th - is low?
Chorus: Distortion. (Same as Intro)
I'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on,
Talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen.
I wish it was the sixties,
I wish we could be happy
Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird.
Where are you now,
When I need you?
