Perfect Machine

The emptiness in space

You're spinning like a carousel

But your eyes focus in the light againAs crowds of people stand

I'm hiding from the minute hand

of clocks that wake my morning light, without you there... the walls just stareI'm your perfect machine

I'll collapse everything

Cause I'm your perfect machine

I'll collapse everythingYour plane is overhead

This room is stale and empty now

You lay your head

In cities only phones can bring

But mine won't ring