The rain began to fall as the bus stopped, falling in

The man in the window turns his face and he starts to sing


He's giving her the look; he's falling from the sky

He's leaving his own mind


Keep on turning into nothing

What you need's what you've got

It's not your problem anymore

Turning into nothing

You twinkled and twisted you're back in your old ‘65


I saw you in a daydream with the treetops on your head

The multicolored girl in the net wanna see the dead


Where are your fantasies?

Oh please don't bother me

I made it up for you