Oh, Judy Princeton she blew her nose
She doesn’t really know why her cancer still grows
Now she’s selling fake dreams to anyone that just slides
And, solid people they don’t understand
It doesn’t make sense to get right a hand
There’s nothing that would ever bring me back to your side
I wake up from screaming...
Say, are you leaving the field today?
Are you passing with time astray?
The female vocal counterpoint on Too Much Space lifts the whole track -- nicely constructed pop that deserves a wider audience. The others I've listened to seem to be affecting a disinterested pose, without enough balancing wit or irony. How about doing some German vocals?