Clarity just confuses me
 The lines drawn on a map, a strange assembly
 When there's northeners in southeners
 And westenders in eastenders
 And sunny days in January
 Left spaces in my diary

 But the demons never need to know 
 What the demons never got to see
 As we fall in and out of line
 Stay in touch now for a while

 Cos I know that apathy [bad word] me
 Hanging around waiting for calamity
 And by the year four million
 Our skins will be vermilion
 I own a dartboard memory
 So I'll forget any felony

 But the demons never need to know 
 What the demons never got to see
 As we fall in and out of line
 Stay in touch now for a while

 Cos I know that you know 
 That we know they don't know what's going on

 But the demons never need to know 
 What the demons never got to see
 As we fall in and out of line
 Stay in touch now for a while

 But the demons never need to read
 What we never got around to write
 flirt with [bad word] with a heavy penalty

 Cos I know that you know 
 That we know they don't know what's going on...