You press a button, dinner arrives A little blue screen keeps you alive The kettle sings, but you never learned Which wire is safe when the fuse has burned You traded your hands for a polished machine Now every small problem becomes obscene Who will mend you when the power dies? Who will read the weather in the changing skies? You built a kingdom out of borrowed hands Now you can't strike a match or understand A map is useless inside your phone A locked front door leaves you helpless alone The washing hums, the cupboards shine But you couldn't grow a thing in a lifetime You traded your hands for a polished machine Now every small problem becomes obscene Who will mend you when the power dies? Who will read the weather in the changing skies? You built a kingdom out of borrowed hands Now you can't strike a match or understand No signal No service No voice from the wall Your perfect little servant Won't answer at all Who will mend you when the power dies? Who will keep the fire when the cold wind bites? You traded your hands for a polished machine Now the naked world knows what you mean Learn the weight of a hammer Learn the shape of the land Before the last bright screen goes black And you forget your own hands
