It's an erratic cinematic The dark side of love Will seek us out There's no hiding from above A transaction of two motives is sordid but devoted It's the passion that's promoted by the dusk Well, the pictures can't play it out The pictures can't play it out Cinematic dreams never reach the screens Nothing ever works for postmodern machines The pictures can't play it out The pictures can't play it out Cinematic dreams don’t reach the screens Nothing ever works for postmodern machines Instinctive and vindictive Evidently addicted I know it works for you You boldly depicted This ghost town fiction Although half of it I know is true And I see it on the film In the flames of all our thrills Crudely rolling downhill But our eyes don't ever seem to shoot the action We force ourselves to find another picture The pictures can't play it out The pictures can't play it out Cinematic dreams never reach the screens Nothing ever works for postmodern machines The pictures can't play it out The pictures can't play it out Cinematic dreams never reach the screens Nothing ever works for postmodern machines The pictures can't play it out The pictures can't play it out Cinematic dreams never reach the screens Nothing ever works for postmodern machines The pictures can't play it out The pictures can't play it out Cinematic dreams don’t reach the screens Nothing ever works for postmodern machines In a cinematic dream Resides the hard-hitting extreme I don't want to please the masses I just want to keep you asking Is it real? In a cinematic dream Resides the hard-hitting extreme I don't want to please the masses I just want to keep you asking Is it real?