Daytime TV
Aaron Flanders, Kris Skovmand, Miguel Sá Pessoa
Getting lost in daytime TV
Songs from the second floor
Whispering through the screen
The gameshow host is selling me a dream
I hear the wild youth
Dancing in the streets
I stood there as a clown
On the day my business burned down
Tell me now love, who’s praying for me?
We’re at war with the next apartment block
Now that the editors
Have failed to reach their flock
A flag is raised like a vicious howling tooth
We’re writing poetry
Up there on the roof
Wе’re writing poetry
Up therе on the roof
I stood as a used-up slave
On the day she went away
Tell me now love, who’s praying for us?
I fought for the empire’s ways
Now I'm old and tired and I've got no one to pick me up
Wherever you are I hope that you’ve stopped
Watching daytime TV