Bletchley Park walks with me 
As I travel late at night through Bristol
They say we've got news about my friends
We hacked into their telepathy forums and heard everything they said 
I know they've told me lies, and that they'll never admit it
But I've become resigned, I know I'll never feel any different  
God blew up in my family home 
I flew into the windowsill and down to the floor 
And there staring at the ceiling 
I found a type of emptiness that feels like warmth
There's a very small price to pay 
You can never fall in love 
But Bletchley Park says it would never happen anyway  
Every time I try to leave it I come back like the prodigal son
Feeling stupid and repentant and even number than before