Invisible man, you’re an asphalt dancer
Cinematic, backward talking fool
Don’t reach for my hand with your madman laughter
I am scared to become like you

I awoke, in the early morning, in my own apartment, up above
Where you stood, in a bed of flowers, telling no one real to shut up
Get out, get out, I don’t want you in my brain
A seed, of doubt, it gets planted anyway

Invisible man, you’re a radiator
Burning up the pavement in the dark
Don’t reach for my hand, I am not your neighbor
I am scared to be like you are

I got up, made a cup of coffee, got my shoes and car keys and I left
To my job, down the elevator, out the door where you were yelling
Get out, get out, you’re not welcome in my brain
A seed, of doubt, well it haunts me like a plague

Invisible man, you’re a tightrope walker
An obscene applauder in the street
Don’t reach for my hand, I am not your brother
You are not a thing like me

Invisible man, your electric laughter
Running addled circles on the loose
And the truth is that I’m just another madman
And I see myself in you