As I ran past you in the reception room
I can tense no bitterness can sense no gloom
Are you all this happy?

Or what has escaped me?

As I clear my throat, I mystify

I cut out the essentials, but I never lie
It's no act of random
It's calculated boredom


And when you leave me alone
I pick up the phone to dial

There's someone I know
Who knows how I look when I cry


When I try to get a minute's express
There is always someone trying to do their best
To exhaust me completely

Though they phrase it sweetly

Someone dog or someone's new wed kid

What they didn't do or what they did
Too much information
For one brain to sustain


And specially when it doesn't
Make sense to me

'Cause when I try to be sincere
To come a bit near, they leave


I don't wanna talk to you
Talk to you
About the things you do

About your weekend
I don't hear your voice
Make that noise

But I have no choice

There's a chance I know what I might lack

It's a competence you need to cope
In a world gone colder
Thought the surface is hot as hell


There are smiles on parade
But nine out of ten's a fake

And in lessons in self-help all
You really learn is to escape


I don't wanna talk to you
Talk to you
About the things you do

About your weekend
I don't hear your voice
Make that noise

But I have no choice

There's not enough air here

Disappear
Or conceal
That you just want to hear your voice

Make that noise
Leave me out of it, leave me out of it