turn into terraces
walking through fences
I never knew you were
I got so lost, alone
the same shapes appear again
driving me round the bend
I'm always caught in the web
made up of needle and thread
I'm always caught
the houses stretch on for miles
like department store shopping aisles
"clean up on railroad one"
"kingsway is out of stock"
I'm always caught in the web
made up of needle and thread
I'm always caught.
our road is out of here