Some wounds never heal
They just bleed a little slower
It's never over
And if you make it home
Death white skin and bones,
Can you face the thought
Of another night alone?
Oh me, oh my
Flying saucers stopping by
It all comes flooding back
When I sit at the automat
How, how can you know
What the void holds for you
And will you make it through
All alone
Oh me, oh my
Flying saucers stopping by
It all comes flooding back
When I sit at the automat
No answers in your cup
No solace in your chains
Oh believe me
Here they come again
Oh me, oh my
Flying Saucers stopping by
It all comes flooding back
When I sit at the automat
Automat
Automat
Automat
