Klang klang klang   Tuneless trains pass   Morning at last    Sleep comes, takes her home   Slips outside   Leaves a note for mother   Sleeping with the television on      Klang klang klang   Another new noise to record   The city asks    Klang klang klang   A question   Could I stay here perfectly for years?   (Perfectly for years)      Grass-stained knees in   Fields of flowers   Collect all the world's strange offerings   It's not work   It's not pleasure   Pressing flowers, breathless reckoning      Klang klang klang   Another new noise to record   The city asks    Answer me a question   Could I stay here perfectly for years   The same as you and I've always been?   (Perfectly for years)