Coloring on an autumn day, slow
Like you were recognized and paid, slow
Recess out on the statue hill, slow
Take in the sun and friends
Take your time on the way back down, look
At the grass where the wrinkles show
How were you supposed to know?
Help me to get out of,
Help me to get out of
The model business with a vomiting heart, yes please
Help me to get out of,
Help me to get out of
The factory lights
There are no stars without darkness
You're afraid work works the world
Not the other way around
From now on you can play
When the sun is down
But when you try you'll find
You need to sleep instead
You'll dream of this time last year, slow Anatole
All the children were torn away - wait
Draw the lungs deeper shades of grey - wait
Smuggled in, weak and underage - wait
Do what they say for now
Hands sifting wreckage piles, rush
Breathing smoke while the boss goes off
You can't p***, you can only cough
You never thought you would ever be
Nostalgic for those beige minutes of school
Breaking up the week
But that quiet, humble glow
Won't keep the lucky people lucky, so
Grow up fast, slow Anatole
Cough: Help me to get out of,
Help me to get out of
The model business with a vomiting heart, yes please
Help me to get out of,
Help me to get out of
The factory lights
There are no stars without darkness
Like you were recognized and paid, slow
Recess out on the statue hill, slow
Take in the sun and friends
Take your time on the way back down, look
At the grass where the wrinkles show
How were you supposed to know?
Help me to get out of,
Help me to get out of
The model business with a vomiting heart, yes please
Help me to get out of,
Help me to get out of
The factory lights
There are no stars without darkness
You're afraid work works the world
Not the other way around
From now on you can play
When the sun is down
But when you try you'll find
You need to sleep instead
You'll dream of this time last year, slow Anatole
All the children were torn away - wait
Draw the lungs deeper shades of grey - wait
Smuggled in, weak and underage - wait
Do what they say for now
Hands sifting wreckage piles, rush
Breathing smoke while the boss goes off
You can't p***, you can only cough
You never thought you would ever be
Nostalgic for those beige minutes of school
Breaking up the week
But that quiet, humble glow
Won't keep the lucky people lucky, so
Grow up fast, slow Anatole
Cough: Help me to get out of,
Help me to get out of
The model business with a vomiting heart, yes please
Help me to get out of,
Help me to get out of
The factory lights
There are no stars without darkness