Loan Your Loneliness
Your silicon strategy's in free fall
Your helicam flutters in high frequency
The power cut undercuts your free flow
There's nobody left to casually guide your hand
Loan me your unholy lowly loneliness
Loan me your unholy lowly loneliness
You're only in a mass
Hills look so lonely when they're stranded
So tokenistic in a field of green
Whilst when they're together as a forest
Then they appear, oh, so frequently
Loan me your unholy lowly loneliness
Loan me your unholy lowly loneliness
You're only in a mass
Loan me your unholy lowly loneliness
Loan me your unholy lowly loneliness
You're only in a mass
