Blank Screens

We wake up in the west
 in pieces on blank screens
 a requiem for radio
 we've been singing in our sleep
 the chorus will laugh it off
 with hearts buried in the dream
 singing softly
 there's a fire in the east tonight
 that no one's putting out
 watch the doves as they scatter
 as they shout each other down
 and the body politic swears
 oh it couldn't be our fault
 with soldiers marching
 they'll laugh and they'll dance
 as they pull at your strings
 with white rooms and white lies
 and with black and white dreams
 they'll paint you a picture
 they'll sell you a scene
 electric and alive
 the canopy breathes
 there's a world at our window
 and a swan song on our lips
 and each of our self-interest sins
 slaughter faith's indulgences
 all the silence of the lambs
 all the chill of the scientist
 they bleed us like this
 they'll laugh and they'll dance
 as they pull at your strings
 with white rooms and white lies
 and with black and white dreams
 they'll paint you a picture
 they'll sell you a scene
 electric and alive
 the canopy breathes
 fall in and out
 of love and sleep
 silently
 but i never said that love was free
 and i never said that love was cheap