Letras: Citizen Fish. Flinch. Small Talk.

Vacancy - Room to let any dumb ideas in to this empty head
"Gospel, man!" - Don't quote me please,
it was the first thing I thought but now it's been said
And you'll lead the conversations that lie ahead
Whit the empty phrases by which you're led

Do you know what I heard the other night?
Guess what so - and so said to me
The majority of ears were only being polite
Couldn't be bothered to disagree

A social distance set
By a liking of something hard to forget
A need to remember and recognise
And inspiration that over-rides
Any hesitation or compromise
Not relying on dubious facts in disguise

What you eagerly collect
And subsequently resurrect
From acquaintances and T.V. set
Falls on distant ears
But when you tell it like it is
From your own ideas and what they give
We're all involved in the way you live
And the distance disappears