We walked a tightrope over the firenWe put our trust in electrical wirenFor what reason? Does anyone know?nIt don't seem worth it, but there you gonnAnd unprotected under your gazenWe beg forgiveness for deviant waysnAnd we seek approval for being ourselvesnCos that's the one thing we do wellnnAd if you leave me then I'll have no-onenYou must have feelings, come on and show somenAnd if you ask; I'll tell you true, that it's not easy pleasing younThere's no vibration, there's nothing to mendnNo indication of when it'll endnBut I can't help thinking it isn't too farnAnd that's our number and here we are