Machines - Polly Scattergood

Don’t you see some sights darling

Don’t you see some sights

Never start a fight

When you’re blinded by the sun

Golden leaves and bright mornings

Don’t you see some sights

Falling beams of light

Now I’m blinded by the sun

Enough

Too much

You’re cold

Singing we are not machines

There is blood beneath our skin

I could hear the choir sing

As the darkness settled in

Copy paste is a sin, Tristan is a god

You seemed much colder

As I lay on your sofa

And I made my hands

Into a four leaf clover

And you say you love me

But I think you say that a lot

Just for one second time stopped

Enough

Too much

You’re cold

Singing we are not machines

There is blood beneath our skin

I could hear the choir sing

As the darkness settled in

Going home

And I just can’t wait anymore

While I pick up my heart

From your bedroom floor

Going home

And I just can’t take anymore

Going home

And I just can’t take anymore

While I pick up my heart

From your bedroom floor

Going home

And I just can’t take anymore

We are not machines

We are not machines

We are not machines

We are not machines

We are echoing the eternal dreamers

Singing we are not machines

There is blood beneath our skin

I could hear the choir sing

As the darkness settled in