Brian Eno - Cindy Tells Me текст песни

Cindy tells me, the rich girls are weeping

Cindy tells me, theyve given up sleeping alone

And now theyre so confused by their new freedoms

And she tells me theyre selling up their maisonettes

Left the hotpoints to rust in the kitchenettes

And theyre saving their labour for insane reading.

Some of them lose - and some of them lose

But thats what they want - and thats what they choose

Its a burden - such a burden

Oh what a burden to be so relied on.

Cindy tell me, what will they do with their lives

Living quietly like labourers wives

Perhaps theyll re-acquire those things theyve all disposed of.