[00:16.01]A radio plays 'White Christmas'
[00:18.96]It's been doing that for years
[00:22.77]If someone leaves the station
[00:24.94]Oh please don't talk to strangers
[00:26.64]Can't you see they're not like us
[00:28.99]
[00:30.19]The vacant flesh of U.D.'s
[00:33.85]Stand leaning by the walls
[00:36.96]You can feel them thinking over
[00:39.15]Ways of merging with the thoughts
[00:40.95]You never dare to dream
[00:43.12]
[00:54.33]It must have been years
[01:01.49]It must have been years
[01:03.89]
[01:08.80]They want to relive all my memories
[01:13.32]Give me 'the service' daily
[01:16.35]Maybe it was mother
[01:18.31]I can't seem to remember
[01:20.03]Much at all these days
[01:22.83]
[01:23.87]Picture open doorways
[01:27.32]No pick-ups by the taxi boys
[01:30.90]Just a bed near the window
[01:32.49]And an old lamp by my pillow
[01:34.35]And the things I have to do
[01:37.25]
[01:47.88]It must have been years
[01:54.99]It must have been years
[01:57.86]
[02:47.34]The driver wants to touch me
[02:50.89]He mentions all the old cop ********
[02:54.21]I try to back away
[02:55.85]But he's so strong I just can't move
[02:57.94]Maybe I don't want to anyway
[03:01.13]
[03:01.62]The time to leave is always 'soon'
[03:05.07]I wonder if I'm lying
[03:08.70]A vague feeling of panic
[03:10.22]As a man leaves saying "thank you"
[03:12.15]I blame it all on you
[03:14.55]
[03:25.60]It must have been years
[03:32.68]It must have been years

A radio plays 'White Christmas'
It's been doing that for years
If someone leaves the station
Oh please don't talk to strangers
Can't you see they're not like us
The vacant flesh of U.D.'s
Stand leaning by the walls
You can feel them thinking over
Ways of merging with the thoughts
You never dare to dream
It must have been years
It must have been years
They want to relive all my memories
Give me 'the service' daily
Maybe it was mother
I can't seem to remember
Much at all these days
Picture open doorways
No pick-ups by the taxi boys
Just a bed near the window
And an old lamp by my pillow
And the things I have to do
It must have been years
It must have been years
The driver wants to touch me
He mentions all the old cop ********
I try to back away
But he's so strong I just can't move
Maybe I don't want to anyway
The time to leave is always 'soon'
I wonder if I'm lying
A vague feeling of panic
As a man leaves saying "thank you"
I blame it all on you
It must have been years
It must have been years