It's not
I keep going round and round on the same old circuitA wire travels underground to a vacant lotWhere something I can't see interrupts the currentAnd shrinks the picture down to a tiny dotAnd from behind the screen it can look so perfectBut it's not
So here I'm sitting in my car at the same old stop lightI keep waiting for a change but I don't know whatSo red turns into green turning into yellowBut I'm just frozen here on the same old spotAnd all I have to do is to press the pedalBut I'm not
People are tricky you can't afford to showAnything risky anything they don't knowThe moment you try - well kiss it goodbye
So baby kiss me like a drug, like a respiratorAnd let me fall into the dream of the astronautWhere I get lost in space that goes on foreverAnd you make all the rest just an afterthoughtAnd I believe it's you who could make it betterThough it's notNo it's not...No it's not...