The Answering Machine Video 8 lyrics

I'm analogue, an empty cassette shell,
My spinning spools, are feeding your eyes,
I'm attic bound, an empty cassette shell.

I make a sound with mono connection,
The needle's down on the groove in your eyes.
You'll now accept the rules, accept the rejection.

An understanding that we were certain of,
There's a tasteless relief about escape.
I know you can develop if you take the chance,
To feel nothing... I feel nothing.

Video 8, I wonder if our luck will ever change?
God knows we need a change!

I'm broadcast on a thinning signal,
A sunken mast of telegraph wires.
So I reject the rules, coz I've had a skin-full.

A test card, a symbol of nothing.
A silent guard, patrolling your eyes,

In the empty cell, of an empty cassette shell.

An understanding that we were certain of,
There's a tasteless relief about escape.
I know you can develop if you take the chance,
To feel nothing... I feel nothing.

Video 8, I wonder if our luck will ever change?
God knows we need a change!
[repeat]

Video 8...
God knows we need a change!
[repeat]

Video 8, I wonder if our luck will ever change?
God knows we need a change!
[repeat]