It's all right pinning your faith in youth

Cos youth has one saving grace

It buds and it blossoms and it flies for a while

And then it starts to fade away

You're looking at beauty

But all that you're seeing is skin holding in

The machine, the machine that cried

The machine, the machine that cried

It's all right basing your life on truth

If everyone believes what you say

The beggar and the tycoon and the honest man

All in league for a day

We're dealing in fiction

Cos the truth's gonna drive us insane with pain

The machine, the machine that cried

The machine, the machine that cried

It's the man at the bus stop standing by you

You've seen him and he's seen you

You've seen each other so many times before

It's the face on the TV who reads the news

The singers sing but can't sing the blues

The soldier who dies but is still too young to choose

It's the girl you met when you were sixteen

You fell in love and in between

Found that she did not really love you