Paroles de Bicycles

Service is suspended Service shall resume Service running late again Service running smooth Space becomes so lonely, with these feeling of mistrust Because the monster in the cupboard has made us feel we must Spot the train, train Spot a hole Spot the train, spot the monster And everyone's buying bicycles Cities looking empty Cities running scared Cities got new friends That they cities really cared The looks are trifle shifty, and their not about to change Cos no one likes what they are not, and slowly we're strange Spot the train, train Spot a hole Spot the train, spot the monster The quickest route to paradise Is a short commute to paradise And a sharp salute to paradise And everyone's buying bicycles