Gentle hum of the old machines

Here we come scrubbed and scoured

Patches on our jeans

When the drone sounds

In the cool night wind

We pick up the call

Kick all the traces in

Hungry for love

Ready to drown

So tie down the sails

We're going downtown



Great big drain on the power grid

You may not like Tate's methods

But you've got to admit

She's a real nice kid

We walk light

Down the wires

Higher than weather baloons

Empty hearts on fire

Hungry for love

Ready to drown

So tie down the sails tonight

We're going downtown