We are everyday robots on our phones
In the process of getting home (autumnal)
Looking like standing stones
Out there on our own
We're everyday robots in control
In the process of being souls (autumnal)
Driving in adjacent cars
'Til we press 'restart'
(They didn't know where it was going on, but they knew what it was, wasn't it?)
(Autumnal)
Everyday robots just touch thumbs
Swimin' in lingo, they become (autumnal)
Stricken in a state of sleep
One more vacant seat
For everyday robots getting old
When our lips are cold (autumnal)
Looking like standing stones
Out there on our own
Little robots in red-like tones, in a process of getting home (autumnal)