Something's wrong, I know it, in an abstract sense

There's some sort of commotion due to certain events

I know there's a commotion cos your head's in your hands

And people aren't standing where they usually stand

No, don't tell me, I know this one, I know this one

No, don't tell me, I know this one, I know this one

No, don't tell me, I know this one, I know this one

Something is happening with emotional resonance

There's a difference in volume and the room is off-beam

I've read about this, so I know what this means

Loudness means dissatisfaction, silence disdain

No clues! I'll work it out - it can't be hard to explain

You look at me with sadness, or it's grief, or it's fright

If there's a problem say so - or we'll be here all night

This isn't like on TV, these emotions aren't raw

And aren't articulated by a musical score

Cos I blame cinematic subtext and its influence on everyday life

I blame enigmatic glances and we assume that is the way that we're supposed to deal with strife

I blame implicit content where they never ever ever ever explain

I can't concentrate if everybody's yelling

Refusal to articulate spawns unresolved tension

Baby, I need you to live I need you in my life

You're in my dreams and if you leave my heart will break tonight

If everything I've learnt from pop and TV shows is law

That should sort it out so let's all get back to where we were before