I'm riding in a car
Driven by a man
Whose stomach doesn't fit
Behind the wheel
We are on motorway
Or in a mountain desert
He really doesnt know
How I feel

Silver pylon, pink skyscraper
Silver pylon, pink skyscraper
Nothing here is real

We're spinning 'round the corner
Im thinking life is crazy
thousand silver pylons
In the field 
Then rising of the sight then
beautiful skyscraper
So giant thing and shiny
Don't look real

Silver pylon, pink skyscraper
Silver pylon, pink skyscraper
Nothing here is real

Speeding through the landscape
I feel the press of leather
Like being on TV
Or in the film
The people live and die here
Have bloody happy endings
Can someone human size me
Tell me how they feel

Silver pylon, pink skyscraper
Silver pylon, pink skyscraper
Nothing here is real