Lonely boy
Gazing on the afternoon
People drifting cross the surface of the twilight day
There's a little yellow man standing by the railway station
Painting portraits on the brickwalls of billie holloway
Lovely lady smile, dance, my dear, I'm only operating on [bad word] home
This was authentic you, she spoke, this was authentic you who blew me cold
She had no chance to realize, it hit her straight between the eyes, so I've been told

In the park, she's giving out some photographs
On which she's giving out some photos of what she hands around
They videoed a ghost tonite, she said before I turned it off
It rode an orange paper bike and left without a sound
Keep on riding, sir, open up the door and shout it out [bad word] home [bad word] home
This was authentic you, she spoke, this was authentic you who blew, who blew me cold
I had no chance to realize, it hit her straight between the eyes, so I've been told

Lonely girl
Dancing in a music hall
Lightning [bad word] her silver starship and turned it into stone
And now she's falling all the time into that void beyond her grey eyes
Somewhere a telephone is ringing but nobody's at home
Hello, junkie sweetheart
Listen now, this is your captain calling
Your captain is dead
Keep on riding, sir, open up the door and shout it out, shout it out, shout it out shout it out [bad word] home
This is your captain calling
We're falling all the time
All the time [bad word] home