[Verse 1]
It's a numbers game
I've got a record of a dull day
Shots filling up, filling up a hard drive
The dark arts are getting lost
In a machine home
The sound of a thousand musicals

[Chorus]
Well all I can do is talk
Well all I can do is talk
And I've probably never had an original thought

[Verse 2]
A numbers game
A damn phonebook does a balancing act on a spinning plate
The screen is my half-brother
Just another, just another
When the desert is ground to dust I will steal what can't be won
Pablo said and he's never ever ever wrong

[Chorus]
Well all I can do is talk
Well all I can do is talk
And I thought we're gеtting closer but we're furthеr apart

[Verse 3]
Fashion a sun
Leading from the back
A dead type in an old press-pack
Well who owns the sky?
Well who owns sky?
Why you never, you never saw it coming, walking out looking straight backwards

[Chorus]
Well all I can do is talk
Well all I can do is talk
And I thought we're getting closer but we're further apart

[Bridge]
Well you're well-fed
In a wealthy way
Well you're well-fed
In a wealthy way

[Chorus]
Well all I can do is talk
Well all I can do is talk
My God, I've never had an original thought