You got information
You don't give it back
We're out of our patience
And you don't have to relax
All of the symptoms, you're worried about
If nothing is open, then you don't have to go out
Spending my time on the sofa
My mind is closed, my knife is dull
Remembering times we were mobile
Now we can't roam, that's how it goes, yeah
If ever I got you back, I would never be so sad
I'm fettered and detached
Summon me back from the dead
If ever I got you back, I would tear the door open
I'm sorry I can't last
Summon me back from the dead
Spending my time on the sofa
My mind is closed, my knife is dull
Remembering times we were mobile
Now we can't roam, that's how it goes, yeah
