Sunshine & Technology

Ain't no sunshine in technology, no holiness in God Magic in the industry or peace that's built on bombs And I believe in everything That don't mean I'm not wrong Because if I was right then surely I'd be something that I'm not The grand reappearance of the passion and the fear happens Walking past the commission flats high out of my mind As end comes to a meaning's end, everything makes sense I forget sometimes that I'm alive A gunshot explodes in the distance; we all offer some weak resistance I hear trains rattle their late assistance to a thousand people a day All going the other way And I maintain the straightest line I can, try and do something with my hands As I patch myself up with gaffer tape, hoping to hold together for the great escape We're living on impulse and the times we don't get caught We're living with each other despite the suicide attempts, car accidents and all these filthy fucking cigarettes So I listen to talkback radio and I practice conversation, hearing and patience And I've never had a brother, but now I have a few And we deal with our first world problems with suitable aplomb We learn to love the beast, we learn to dodge the bomb And everything that matters to me, you wrote down in a song But I ask you Tom, "Where have all the kids from the corners gone?" It's Saturday and they're all indoors