Turn off the picture box, come on to bed
Forget about all the things that they said
On the news tonight, anyways, it just makes us scared
Turn off the picture box, come on to bed
Turn off the radio, it’s getting too loud
Let in the silence we’ve been keeping out
With our TV trays set up in front of the screen
Turn off the picture box, come on to me
Ooh
Time, running at the speed of sound
It’s running out
Our time, maybe we could slow it down
Slow it down tonight
So turn off your telephone, just let it ring
It’s hiding a chain for each freedom it brings
And it’s calling you ever so far away from me
Turn off the picture box, come on to me
Ooh
Time, running at the speed of sound
It’s running out
Our time, maybe we could slow it down
Slow it down
Well, the man on the news is predicting the end of the age
And he’s talking and talking, but he don’t have nothing to say
Well, the man on the news is predicting the end of the age
And he’s talking and talking, but he don’t have nothing to say
To say
So turn off the picture box, come on to bed
Forget about all the things that they said
On the news tonight, anyways, it just makes us scared
Turn off the picture box, come on to bed
Turn off the picture box, come on to bed
Turn off the picture box, come on to bed
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