Fine Madeline

You don't think we've had enough

We're all holed up

Yeah that's fine

Another one wouldn't hold that line

I gotta grow up

And get outside

Madeline

Madeline

You're all orange-eyed

I can't hear; the TV's on

You sound all wrong

The picture's fine

But when I'm gone you're a different kind

I won't be long

I'm just outside

Madeline

Madeline

You're all orange-eyed

Madeline

Madeline

You're all orange-eyed