At least on the outside   There’s a market for these painful poses   Wrapped around your world   And when we’re on the outside   There’s a market force that’s smooth and silent   Wrapped around your world   And it’s crying for business      I don’t know where we get off   The hours pass through empty days   And day is night when I remember the value of the automatic      When we’re on the outside   There’s no market that’s not cold   Wrapped around your world   And it’s crying for business      I don’t know where we get off   The hours pass through empty days   And day is night when I remember the value of the automatic   Please count back until the days when words weren’t cheap and calculations   Found a place where they were wanted   With the value of the automatic      Earthbound sounds still ringing in my ear   And only semi-audible; trapped beneath a downpour   Cut it