Comfort Machine - The Flying Eyes

Don’t talk to me now

There’s no time to spare

Futures are in my palm

Words cannot compare…

Apathy’s killing us

But all we do is stare

Apathy’s killing us

But we don’t seem to care

Your house is falling down

Well that’s a crying shame

And if your body is burning

Only yourself to blame…

Apathy’s killing us

But we don’t seem to care