Oh is this the way
they say the future's
meant to feel?
Or just twenty
thousand people
standing in a field
And I don't quite
understand just
what this feeling is
But that's okay
'cos we're all
sorted out for
e's and wizz
And tell me when
the spaceship lands
'cos all this has just
got to mean
something-in-in
In the middle
of the night
it feels alright
but then
tomorrow morning
Ooh ooh then you
come down
Oh!
Oh yeah the pirate radio
told us what
was going down
Got the tickets
from some
f****d up bloke
in Camden Town
Oh and no-one
seems to know
exactly where it is
But that's okay
'cos we're all
sorted out for
e's and wizz
At four o'clock the
normal world seems
very very very
far away, ay-hay..
Alright
In the middle of
the night it feels
alright but then
tomorrow morning
Ooh ooh then you
come down
Ah!
Just keep on moving
Everybody asks your
name, they say we're
all the same and
now it's "nice one"
"geezer"
But that's as far
as the
conversation went
Lost my friends
I dance alone
It's six o'clock
I wanna go home
But it's "no way"
"not today"
makes you wonder
what it meant
And ah
And this hollow feeling
grows and grows
and grows and grows
And you want
to call your
mother
And say:
Mother, I can never
come home again
'Cos I seem to have
left an important part
of my brain
Somewhere, somewhere
in a field
in Hampshire
Alright
In the middle
of the night
it feels alright
but then
tomorrow morning
Ooh ooh then you
come down
Ooh ooh then you
come down
Ooh what if
you never
come down?