When you commmisioned your cage.
Indoor living became all the rage.
Landscapers, hustlers and gents
Offered to pay at least half your rent.
Pale-pink and punished in style.
Are tuning in each time your satellite smiles.

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And your lips don't move.
But my ears are burning.
And my blush is proof.
That from you window you've seen.
Some unbelievable things.
A queen resembled the kings.
Exotic birds without wings.

Now lying flat on your back.
Counting cashmere sweaters, counting cracks.
And all those slippery gents.
Have found their way beneath your air-conditioning vents.
Your signal fizzles and fades.
Still bouncing off the stars, but silent in space.

(Chorus)

And I'm starting to believe...(3x)
That from you window you've seen.
Some unbelievable things.
A queen resembled the kings.
Exotic birds without wings.