Gary Numan

Sometimes they try to forget and sometimes they do
Giving love for the financial gain
Shes so good with excuses and incorrect reasons
Im tired of trying to win and youre tired of me

She knows how to stand in the corner
And whisper the words that you need
She knows how to stand in the corner
And whisper the words with that cynical charm
We could dance
Now its my brothers time

Here on the floor with these very loose young girls
Like someone in japan who just lied
If the innocent are saved then what happens to her
Whats done is done and everythings different somehow

I keep a book of reflections that sometimes appear in her eyes
I keep a book of reflections
And realise theres nothing much that I can do
We could dance
Now its my brothers time