Don't think we've had enough
We're all holed up
Yeah that's fine
Another one wouldn't hold that line
I gotta grow up
And get outside
Madeline
You're all orange-eyed
I can't hear; the TV's on
You sound all wrong
The picture's fine
But when I'm gone you're a different kind
I won't be long
I'm just outside
Madeline
You're all orange-eyed
