My TV is staring at me, it says go to sleep, go to sleep Turns me into a Siamese twin, where do I start the TV screen begins Plugs me into some holy geek, his point in life is incomplete My TV's telling me that only money will make me happy Hold the course and then sail Hold the course and then sail Across the satellite beams, across the oceans or seas, to the lighthouse I can be I see some soldiers with guns and they are killing for fun they are killing to entertain me Caught between that world and this I'd sell my soul for a Bond girl's kiss Caught between that world and this I'd sell my soul for a state of bliss My TV's telling me that all our money goes into the military Hold the course and then sail Hold the course and then sail Across the satellite beams, across the oceans or seas, to the lighthouse I can be I see some soldiers with guns and they are killing for fun they were dying to entertain me And then I heard your name, as the spaceman came, he came right through my screen And then his lifeline broke, he began to choke, jump cut to another scene I lost a friend to the sea I lost a friend to the sea I lost a friend to the sea I lost a friend to the sea