Loan Your Loneliness - Gruff Rhys

Your silicon strategy’s in free fall

Your helicam flutters in high frequency

The power cut undercuts your free flow

There’s nobody left to casually guide your hand

Loan me your unholy lowly loneliness

Loan me your unholy lowly loneliness

You’re only in a mass

Hills look so lonely when they’re stranded

So tokenistic in a field of green

Whilst when they’re together as a forest

Then they appear, oh, so frequently

Loan me your unholy lowly loneliness

Loan me your unholy lowly loneliness

You’re only in a mass

Loan me your unholy lowly loneliness

Loan me your unholy lowly loneliness

You’re only in a mass