Pedalling on a bicycle. I'm on my way to make a call. I try to touch you. Through the double glazing. But the curtains were drawn. The family gone away. Who is to know. But now you don't. No-one can see. When they get mace in their eyes. They're papering the walls. And the windows. No light in here. In or out. The heating's on. And I'm feeling drowsy. I fall asleep. And dream of burning down the house. I'm pedalling on a bicycle. I'm on my way to make a call. The sun is out. And I'm feeling drowsy. I fall asleep. And dream of burning down the house.