Don't need no calculator to see she's just in time
to be just another number on a lost production line
don't need no calculator tell me where did we go wrong
it's too late for her to turn back and she just can't 
carry on

Don't need no calculator to see that time is slipping by
time and fever burns away and leaves you high and dry
the wishing well is empty now and she dreams of other 
things
like emptiness and nothingness and loneliness and the 
comfort that it brings

She's been caught out in the spotlight in some wordless 
tragedy
she stares out to see who's looking but there's no-one 
there to see
so she sits there by the mirror and she contemplates the 
shame
as she pops another seconol to let it slide away again - 
slide away