Hostiles - Damon Albarn

When the serve is done

And the parish shuffled some

And the May frequencies come

To keep you away

When your body aches

From the arms of dreams you keep

And the hours passed by

Just left on repeat

It’ll be a silent day

I’ll share with you

Fighting off the hostiles

With whom we collude

Hoping to find the key

To this play of communications

Between you and me

When the LCD

Are all the player ones you can be

Put your foot down in the right hand lane

If you are with me

'Til the trains re-route

And the rush-hour is come

And the May frequencies

Have sent you to sleep

Don’t burn so

Don’t burn so

Don’t burn so late

Don’t burn so

Don’t burn so

Don’t burn so late