Blur Sweet song

What am I to do Someone is really not happy Put myself on a line It seems I never got through to you So I wean myself off slowly I m a darkened soul My streets all pop music and gold Our lives are on TV You switch off and try to sleep People get so lonely I believe I believe I believe Everything s out to sea I believe I believe I believe I believe That is the way it should be I hope you feel the same Everyone is dying Stop crying