From the recording The Tourist

Lyrics

A man that I’ve already met 
So eager to talk and confess 
But I’m too far up the stream
 From your shallow little river of dreams  
Who is it dear
 That you think you are 
A brand new machine  
That fell from the stars  
But I saw a girl  
With cuts on her arm 
Ribbons of blood 
Set off the alarm  
And I heard her mommy start to cry 
My baby never learned how to fly
  Some say that her pain Is just a charade 
Crocodile tears 
That we cry in vain
  Some say that our pain  Is just an escape  
Cosmic relief  In a galactic charade   
Who is it dear 
That you think you are
 A brand new machine  
That fell from the stars 