Spies! Spies! Spies!
This Machine has got my name
This Machine thinks I'm the same
Yeah, they say they see right through me
Say they see right through me
This Machine thinks I'm to blame
'Cause you're living in your head now
'Cause you're living in your head
This Machine can't anticipate
This Machine can't stipulate
Yeah, they say that they know my kind
Say that they know my kind
It just seems I can't be late
Cause you're living in your head now
Cause you're living in your head
The messenger, the way you see
Your broken heart, an empty seat
Is what you hear, the go betweens
Can't get enough
Cause you're living in your head now
Cause you're living in your head
The messenger, the way you see
Your broken heart, an empty seat
Is what you hear, the go betweens
Can't get enough
Autor(es): AARON SHORT, ALISA XAYALITH, THOM POWERS
