Your vision is impaired You hit me with a thousand-mile stare You're looking at somewhere And will I get the sense that someone cares I don't believe in these ♪ No skin, nothing to wear You're naked with a thousand-mile stare Reflected in your glare And will I get the sense that someone cares I don't believe in these ♪ No, no high, no low You're flantlined, plateaued No, no high, no low You're flantlined, plateaued Alive or dead So which one is it? No high, no low ♪ No, no high, no low You're flantlined, plateaued Alive or dead Which one is it?