Alone at home to think about the thought that you put on me
Sleeping more than once a night around the clock on every block that you don't see
A fountain speak recycles every touch
A penny dropped, a little lost, to be found by water drops
A sky so far away can't say that you all miss me much
A million masks all eaten up by the sun
I feel it creep in every corner of ever corridor
A little misled, still it sheaths between my shoulders.
Alone at home to think about the name that will always be, just me, just me
'cause I'm a bright young lad, and I'm too smart for colour tv.
But I'll see you in the gardens my sweet rose
And I'll see that you are pollinated well
A radio replays all of these speeches of well being,
But I can't trust the sights that I've been seeing.
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