Little baby T was born into denial Every other day, built into a style I can see you resting, over by the window Nothing felt so fine than every single hour Do you wanna tell me what's been on your mind? Living in the shadows, lying with your eyes You can be a bad one, or a little angel Tired of recession, given to the age-old To the old regime Where everything's exactly as it seems And it might be me But nothing here is ever as it seems Little mini infant, coming from your bedroom Casual embrace of automatic values You were always looking for the other side You can rearrange it 'till you realize At the old regime Where everything's exactly as it seems And it might be me But nothing here is ever as it seems To the old regime Where everything's exactly as it seems And it might be me But nothing here is ever as it seems... aaah Seems... aaah Seems... aaah To the old regime Where everything's exactly as it seems And it might be me But nothing here is ever as it seems To the old regime Where everything's exactly as it seems And it might be me But nothing here is ever as it seems Aaah Seems... aaah