Losing my religion

I burnt my toast this morning and who should appear but Simon bloody Cowell.

I mean, it's ridiculous... I don't even eat toast!

It's a modern miracle, that's what it is. Surely proof that there is a god after all and that he or she is Cowell-shaped.

Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I've said too much

Losing My Religion
REM