| Shut down, tangled up in your machinery |
| No sound, just the faceless press of words and wheels |
| Surrounds me like molasses on my soles and eaves |
| Come out, could anyone come out and play? |
| All I want is an aeroplane |
| Rubber banded with paper wings |
| All I want is to steal again |
| All I want is a wet dream, ice-cream |
| All I want is vanishing |
| All I want is God |
| Pushed down by an undeserving dumb man |
| No ground, just an empty room of words and steel |
| Why be down, drowning in the afternoon |
| Come out, could anyone come out and play? |
| All I want is an aeroplane |
| Rubber banded with paper wings |
| All I want is to steal again |
| All I want is a wet dream, ice-cream |
| All I want is vanishing |
| All I want is God |
| Come out, could anyone come out and play? |
| All I want is an aeroplane |
| Rubber banded with paper wings |
| All I want is to steal again |
| All I want is a wet dream, ice-cream |
| All I want is vanishing |
| All I want is an afterglow |
| A forty-five on my gramophone |
| All I want is a thick skin to crawl into |
| Everything’s vanishing |
| All I want is God |