Walking 'round and 'round in circles

Locked inside himself

The funny farm where he can't hurt us

Or what we all believe

Mute and deaf with no obsessions

A broken watch he got

He's the one that got no questions

Not a word to breathe



And there you see that he flies

Across the room like a swan

The colours sparkle and change

Stars are born 'round a flashing sun



Then it all just stopped, the temperature it dropped

It was so quiet I couldn't hear the sound of grief no more

We walked into the room, the small and padded room

I looked down on/at the man that lay/laid crying on the floor



The Mother of Life is a Whore



Always drooling walking backwards

Never dries his tears

Come and see the man of miracles

But please don't come so near

Writing wierd stuf slow and patient

I think it's something deep

Then he tries some levitation

Before he disappears



A rainy day you too might meet him

Give him mercy please

It won't be long until we'll need him

And all that's beautiful

If he speaks the world will tremble

A dream of love we'll see

He's our all the cosmic centre

We are spinning 'round