Arcade Blues (Single)

Lonely consolations from a tv screen And further things unseen Pixeled consolations don't know what they bring But it's not empathy Dream from palpitations your ideas fade They begin to stray But you can always make it up along the way From what you're meant to say (?) exitation from the cluttered sounds Where the voices drown Morbid fascination in (?) It becomes unwound If only this were real you'd see it clear as day And not some other way Terrible (?) oozing through the ground You were never found Take me from these arcade blues I don't know what to do, i don't know what to do Take these hands, let them loose Something else to do, find something else to do (2x) Lonely consolations from a tv screen And further things unseen Pixeled consolations don't know what they bring But it's not empathy Dream from palpitations your ideas fade They begin to stray But you can always make it up along the way From what you're meant to say Take me from these arcade blues I don't know what to do, i don't know what to do Take these hands, let them loose Something else to do, find something else to do (2x)