Racked my brain, boy was it loud
the clouds spoke to me, and we all grew down
our roots took hold of the cracks in the ground
and the sidewalks, rose up to greet me
Hello, Hello… Pleased to meet you
Had I been awake, all of that time
Big red line across your soul [bad word] out like a funeral
I’ve seen the look of your eyes,
How can I soothe? [bad word] out
like a fountain of youth
Living alone, the tenements are full
of people in their bedclothes under [bad word] talking to their TVs, yeah, the pictures they talk a back
Lost somewhere in make believe with the world upon their backs
Hello, Hello… Pleased to meet you
I’m a sailor on your open book
though you write it down in code
You’re a language I hope someday to know…
Had I been awake, all of that time
Big red line across your soul [bad word] out like a funeral
I’ve seen the look of your eyes,
How can I soothe? [bad word] out
like a fountain of youth