Moral

These New Romantics are oh, so, boring
I could swear I've been there once or twice before
I should grow wings and just forget the club
You know the legends never wanted to be me
Far too erratic to be O.K. so?
If you're concerned, well, I don't care
You play games, you play safe
Me, I just sighed with relief

Matthew's mother, the change disturbs me
You've everybody's friend
Age, I suppose
Just like religion, you're going nowhere
Like your so explicit clothes, onto the floor
On those occasions, when everything broke down
Including you and me
See the boy, see the girl
The exhibition now is over