the radio, crackling, the lines are tapped, the walls are thin 
the paperhead, the plastic moon, shining down, into your room 
yesterday has been and gone 

play the game, look for signs, get the shake, pressure builds 
on the street, avoid the stare, a thousand yards, why do you care 
yesterday has gone 
all alone, in your room 
hear the voices, gentle gloom
the wolves at the door

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): JAMES HOARE, MAX CLAPS, ROBERT MICHAEL JAMES SYME