Speaking in tongues with alphabet soup 

Procedural shows in the mid-afternoon 

Does everyone know what they came here to do 

But me, oh no not me 

The book that shines underneath my sheets 

Is all I need 

Walking the dog, searching for signs 

I must have been born with an ingrowing mind 

The light of the fair shivers and slides 

All over suburban homes 

Strangers sharing the world alone 

What plan, what goal 



Well, it's my fault that you don't listen 

Trade me in for a new condition 

I'm alright, it's the world that's spinning 

Left alone, all things will sicken 



If I could unlearn all that I know 

I'd see my life reversed 

Watch the blessings grow from curses 

Why should I change 

To suit a pointless world 



It's my fault that you don't listen 

Trade me in for a new condition 

Let me draw my own confusions 

Knowledge leads to self-delusion 



Swept awake by the frigid morning 

Caught by the bus as the day is yawning 

Crawl to work and die at my desk 

Least they'll say I didn't die in bed