I'm riding in a car
Driven by a man
Whose stomach doesn't fit
Behind the wheel
We are on motorway
Or in a mountain desert
He really doesnt know
How I feel
Silver pylon, pink skyscraper
Silver pylon, pink skyscraper
Nothing here is real
We're spinning 'round the corner
Im thinking life is crazy
A thousand silver pylons
In the field
Then rising of the sight then
A beautiful skyscraper
So giant thing and shiny
Don't look real
Silver pylon, pink skyscraper
Silver pylon, pink skyscraper
Nothing here is real
Speeding through the landscape
I feel the press of leather
Like being on TV
Or in the film
The people live and die here
Have bloody happy endings
Can someone human size me
Tell me how they feel
Silver pylon, pink skyscraper
Silver pylon, pink skyscraper
Nothing here is real