Static Saturday Testo

Wake up in the morning,
Face the debris from the night before,
Walk down to the kitchen,
The state of which says it all.

We've got a long way to go,
We've a long long way.

How strange, that from fifteen feet,
I sought you out, from fifteen feet. Don't get any less lovely while I'm gone, oh,
Don't get any less lovely whilte I'm gone.

We've got a long way to go,
There's a long, long way.