Living in a powderkeg
 And giving off sparks
 Baby thinks that too much light
 is a lot like dark

 Bridge and tunnel people
 dreaming conectivity
 Future unremembered stars
 Lacking electricity

 Baby just wants
 Baby just wants to move her body...

 By the time I get to Ho Chi Min
 She'll be crying
 Sleeping in a frying pan
 somehow still not frying

 Heathrow concorde nonstop flight
 Baby is sleeping in
 She can wait for night to fall
 So it can all begin again

 Desire, consumption, addiction, emptiness...