We're not strong enough
We're not young enough
We're not alone enough
Or cold enough
Emotionally, we're not even old enough
Late at night, we're in a video-game dream
There is no lover in this numbered scene
We summon every childhood ghost we've seen
Then suddenly we hear that Mike Post theme
Everything is all right
We've prayed today
Everything is okay
We've played today
Late at night, on the underground train
Through endless suburbs in endless pain
Then deep in the tunnel, under the London rain
Suddenly, we hear Mike Post again
Everything is all right
We've prayed today
If there really is a God
We should be laid today
We watch those films
That make men cry
Young lovers kiss
Then fight, and die
We start to yearn
We climb the vine
We have to face
The truth some time