Oh is this the way they say the future's meant to feel?
Or just 20,000 people
standing in a field
And I don't quite understand just what this feeling is
But that's okay
cause we're all sorted out
for E's and wizz
And tell me
when the spaceship lands
Cause all this has just got to mean something
In the middle of the night, it feels alright
But then tomorrow morning
Oh then you come down
Oh yeah the pirate radio station
told us what was going down
Got the tickets from some fucked up bloke
in Camden Town
Oh and no one seems to know exactly where it is
But that's okay
cause we're all sorted out for E's and wizz
At 4 o'clock the normal world
seems very, very, very far away
Alright
In the middle of the night, it feels alright
But then tomorrow morning
Oh then you come down
Just keep on moving…
Everybody asks your name
They say we're all the same
and now it's «nice one», «geezer»
But that's as far as the conversation went
I lost my friends,
I dance alone,
it's six o'clock I wanna go home
But it's «no way», «not today»,
makes you wonder what it meant
And this hollow feeling grows
and grows and grows and grows
And you want to call your mother and say
«Mother, I can never come home again
Cause I seem to have left an important part of my brain somewhere, somewhere in a field in Hampshire»
Alright
In the middle of the night, it feels alright
But then tomorrow morning
Oh, oh, then you come down
Oh, oh, then you come down
Oh, what if you never come down?