only connect
here we go again, another song. just a boy and his machine banging on. and can you tell me what exactly you've done to make you think that you deserve an opinion? you were funny for a while but now the humour's gone.
the giants in your head are spinning webs. they'll be waiting and the first day that you fall they're going to grind your bones to make their bread.
and didn't you once say only connect? well i don't see a single sign you've made your connection yet. and that's what separates the boys from the men. you're not filling out those long trousers you're wearing. hope you've got a back-up plan to hand or best start running.
the giants in your head are spinning webs. they'll be waiting and the first day that you fall they're going to grind your bones to make their bread.
