The Number - Pretty Girls Make Graves

Knock, knock you bring such a shudder

Talk, talk and try not to stutter

Chameleon changing its colour

The world lost out to the number

Composed of cold, cold machine

Disguised as human being

Because I want

And I don’t know what I want

But when I want it I want it The canopy above the sea

Open up and you run

Into the beat, into the streets

Where you know you belong