It comes at night you know
The idiot sleeps
And the idiot talks to the ether
To the cold night air
This can't be right he groans
Bachenemm's child
Can I be both wild and defeated?
What a cross to bear
We poor ghosts we can't be all alone
Sat in the dark with one hand on the phone
And as the television spills the truth
He thinks my God, I've been wrong
All these years
Here's the proof
Oh, idiot talk idiot talk idiot talk
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Idiot talk idiot talk idiot talk
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
It happened more each day
Slowly turning into dust
Said the idiot:
I must be a dreamer
Looking into the skies
When machines form an orderly queue
Slowing down to take in all the views
And as the idiot looks then the idiot sees
So many eyes staring right back at me
These poor ghosts they can't be all alone
Sat in the dark with one hand on the phone
And as the television spills the truth
He thinks my God, I've been wrong
All these years
Here's the proof
Oh, idiot talk idiot talk idiot talk
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Idiot talk idiot talk idiot talk
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you want
One hundred alarms spun the hotels and cars
From once in contieu and they're talking to you