This Is Not a Party

Lulu's doing haircuts, though I don't think she can see. Brendan's found a song to match the pace of his heartbeat. Why do I do this? Why do I do this at all? Edward's on the big white telephone to God. Charlie's coming on to every person he can touch. Why does this happen every time I dream in Technicolor, and I live in black and white? This is not a party; it's a hurricane. This is not a party; it's a hurricane. And no one really cares, so let's pretend we're all okay. This is not a party; it's a hurricane. Roxie's made the call although her boyfriend wants to go. James rolled on the floor, and I've lost all self control. Why does this happen? Why must it be? I dream of space and time, then wake up in 2D. This is not a party; it's a hurricane. This is not a party; it's a hurricane. And no one really cares, so let's pretend we're doing great. This is not a party; it's a hurricane. You're complicated. You're complicated. You're complicated. Why so complicated? Well go to sleep, don't worry about me. I'm just fishing for the moon and artificial sea. This is not a party; it's a hurricane. This is not a party; it's a hurricane. And I don't really care, and I'm never gonna change. This is not a party; it's a hurricane. This is not a party; it's a hurricane. You said we'd never work; you said we weren't the same, And I don't really care, and I don't ever want to change. This is not a party; it's a hurricane. --- This Is Not a Party - The Wombats