Rooms With Brittle Views (From Double 7-Inch Single Set)

I've had enough of this hanging around
My heart is dancing, my mind is out on the town
Time and motion, caution to the wind
Home's never heaven when your house is a machine for living in
Rooms with brittle views
There burns the human fuse
Self becomes obsession
In rooms with brittle views
Rooms with brittle views
Chairs of repetition
No blood beneath the bruise
In rooms with brittle views
Things never stabilize, some things never change
I never finalize or formalize, I only rearrange
Discrete interiors, elegant machines
Toys are the hardware of our childhood dreams
In rooms with brittle views
I burn the human fuse
Self becomes obsession
In rooms with brittle views
Rooms with brittle views
These cells of my invention
Eternally I'll cruise
Through rooms with brittle views
In rooms with brittle views
I burn the human fuse
Self becomes obsession
In rooms with brittle views
Rooms with brittle views
These cells of my invention
Eternally I'll cruise
Through rooms with brittle views