Are 'friends' Electric? by Gary Numan

it's cold outside
And the paint's peeling off of my walls
There's a man outside
In a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette

Now the light fades out
And i'm wondering what i'm doing in a room like this
There's a knock on the door
And just for a second i thought i remembered you


So now i'm alone
Now i can think for myself
About little deals
And *issues*
And things that i just don't understand
Like a white lie that night
Or a slight touch at times
I don't think it meant anything to you


So i open the door
It's the `friend' that i'd left in the hallway
"please sit down"
A candle lit a shadow on a wall near the bed


You know i hate to ask
But, are `friends' electric?
Mine's broke down
And now i've no one to love


So i find out your reason
For the phone calls and smiles
And it hurts
And i'm lonely
And i should never have tried
And i missed you tonight
So it's time to leave
You see this means everything to me