Going around all the shops always closing   Never time to persue my interests   Will I ever find the time   For a quick taste of the high life?      I'm so perplexed though it doesn't really seem   To affect the high and mighty   And I can't see you ever   Turning up trumps into my life      See me coming up and coming whoops-a-daisy   One, two, nothing counts in this complex world   Lights are in the making   Never see them changing   Always stay the same for me, oh      Out in the air, on the top in the open   Conversation is to be expected   And I can't form the words   So I just maintain my silence      My breathing space is limited   The people always walking   Round my hallway on the stairs below   Always seem to end up on the road before me   Things they really seem to bore me      Driven around all the shops always closing   And it appears that I've been mended   And I can't see me ever   Turning up trumps into your life      See me coming up and coming whoops-a-daisy   One, two, nothing counts in this complex world   Lights are in the making   Never see them changing   Always stay the same for me, oh