Down there in the wind and the sirens Down there in the city below What they need is keeping its silence Way down under the New York snow Under the New York snow
And up here I read in the papers They say the night will fall to seven below And I read safe by the fire My guilt is covered in New York snow Covered in New York Snow
A broken ring is all they have They never could indict me And though my brave detective tries The thing that would convict me Is under the New York snow
He breaks his back, he lies awake He tries so hard it moves me But one thing's still beyond his grasp The answer to this mystery Is under the New York Snow
Down there in the wind and the sirens Down there in the city below What they need is keeping its silence Way down under the New York snow Under the New York snow
There's still no hotel on the moon (I remember reading there would be a pill you could take, instead of eating a meal.) And no-one has travelled to Mars (And everyone would live in things called biospheres.) This is the year where the future was set (And everything would be virtual reality.) There's still no hotel on the moon (And virtual reality's still only a dream.) I've not seen a time machine yet
This is today, but this is tomorrow Here it is, tomorrow's world This is today, but this is tomorrow Here it is, tomorrow's world
I spoke on a video phone (I read a story from the past.) I played round in cyberspace too (I read a story from the past, that was set in the present.) Here's where the future was set (I read a story about the future.) And here are the things that we do
This is today, but this is tomorrow Here it is, tomorrow's world This is today, but this is tomorrow Here it is, tomorrow's world
I thought I'd teach my robot to write all of my songs
I thought I'd teach my robot to write all my songs And I'd send him out into the morning to see what he could see - Just to roll around the city, and store it all up in his memory Then when he got back he could cut up the drum breaks Make the loops
I thought I'd teach my robot to write all my songs And I sent off for the book that told me how to re-arrange its circuits I bought all the new bits it said I would need Then I opened my robot up And I got to work
I thought I'd teach my robot to write all my songs And I spent days soldering - Till the whole house smelt like the Paris metro In summertime And I was driving on by the thought Of how I would have the time just to live When he made all the loops
And when finally I was finished And I switched him back on Nothing happened He didn't work at all And now I've spent months on him Hours and hours every day And a lot of money too And he just lies in pieces in the corner of the room Totally useless