I'm sorry to conclude
that you're not doing very well
it must have been two years now
since my mind got blank on you
like a servant, like a slave
you keep running back to me
don't you realise at all
that the trip you're on ain't mine
I despise the people who live on your planet
I found a photo
stuck between a pile of magazines
it's you on the beach
in a dark-red bathing suit
you look good, you look young
against the grey, cloudless sky
I remember when it's was made
it was summer '85
and it must have been one week
before you lost your mind
that you're not doing very well
it must have been two years now
since my mind got blank on you
like a servant, like a slave
you keep running back to me
don't you realise at all
that the trip you're on ain't mine
I despise the people who live on your planet
I found a photo
stuck between a pile of magazines
it's you on the beach
in a dark-red bathing suit
you look good, you look young
against the grey, cloudless sky
I remember when it's was made
it was summer '85
and it must have been one week
before you lost your mind