Instrumental
A radio plays `White Christmas' It's been doing that for years If someone leaves the station Oh please don't talk to strangers Can't you see they're not
Slowly the thought "There is no one to replace" Came into view And he began to cry Now only boys That love only boys The perfect picture Of a boy/girl
It was hard to avoid I suppose, it was the shame But they didn't even try You see, we'd never met And they didn't have names There was nothing I could
I saw him turn on Like a machine in the park Saying `please come with me' But you've been there before I saw him whirr away Into the night Like a nightmare
Fade to screens of violence like a TV screen but silent Where the victims are all paid by the hour Staring at the ceiling as she gyrates all around me
Fordítás: Numan, Gary. Replika.