It Must Have Been Years-Gary Numan

A radio plays 'white christmas Its been doing that for years If someone leaves the station Oh please don't talk to strangers Can't you see theyre not like us The vacant flesh of u.d.s Stand leaning by the walls You can feel them thinking over Ways of merging with the thoughts You never dare to dream It must have been years It must have been years They want to relive all my memories Give me 'the service daily Maybe it was mother I can't seem to remember Much at all these days Picture open doorways No pick-ups by the taxi boys Just a bed near the window And an old lamp by my pillow And the things I have to do It must have been years It must have been years The driver wants to touch me He mentions all the old cop bullshit I try to back away But hes so strong I just can't move Maybe I don't want to anyway The time to leave is always 'soon I wonder if I'm lying A vague feeling of panic As a man leaves saying thank you I blame it all on you It must have been years It must have been years