These days I don't look back, All my fears are gone. I don't care, They're in a box in my head, Like the one I keep in my room, These days, After all I've been through... Say something anything anyone, Airtime's been stolen like a robber stole a gun, Thoughts and locations recording it, I became backward retreated I am gone. Oh dear I'm in a dead spot. Oh dear I'm in a dead spot, And the company despairs, No signal / no complaints. Giant estate cars descend on us, Crawling bacteria from where I have just come, Acres of pylons provoking me, Just for one second I thought of it's damage. Oh dear I'm in a dead spot. Oh dear I'm in a dead spot, And the company despairs, No signal / no complaints. I'm only here for the weekend, Then I'll rejoin, Rejoin the human race, No signal no appointments.