You feel so straight, look so slow
Just you wait till I get you home
I saw you laughing on a T.V show
What did I think you'd knowThe colors bleed to black
One day you can't let go
Then you're never coming backYou watch yourself when you talk to me
'Cos I've got you on 86 Tv's
And all those words that they made up for meAren't what I thought they'd be
The radios are red, made a mess of me
And so I'm walking home insteadSweet like apples, I pulled you
Reminds me of the things we said we'd do
But all those words that they made up for you
Would never pull you through the greed and all the gain
Made a mess of you, now we'll never be the sameI'd love to say I like to thank them all
But I have not the gall
The wisdom or the guile
We walked into that ball
And then we disappeared in styleOn 86 Tv's, on 86 Tv's
On 86 Tv's, on 86 Tv'sYou watch yourself when you talk to me