I see faces

I see faces

I see faces

I see faces

And I'm waiting by the banister

Watching some wine glass villainess

Bribe the adjudicators

Your baby blues, one and two

May I come over to your huddle?

Vultures giving themselves a cuddle

Damn my foolish two-day stubble

Should’ve sorted it out

I'm just lounging up and down

Through a three-story bar

Brain or mouth

Getting their orders mixed around

I see faces

I see faces

I guess you were so absorbed

In your phone that I thought

This girl wants to be alone

Cut to: Montage of Videodrome

I'm whip zooms and quick pans

To regret circling to land

I feel sick in these romantic scenes

When I’m not playing In the doo-wop band

I see faces

I see faces