Where will you be this afternoon

I cut off all my fingers


No fame, I spill my guts


And orphaned desert isle




Like orphaned, big bang


Blink if you can hear me

Box my ears


Daddy, box my ears


Box my ears




Hoping


Is out of style

So look happy


It's the end of the world




I've got a big machine


It's blank and blue


Where will you be this afternoon

Meet me and I'll spill my guts





?Cause I'm open to anything

I'm open for this time


And you can count the years


Count the years

Count the years





Hoping

Is out of style


So look happy


It's the end of the world