Walking round and round in circles Locked inside himself The funny farm where he cant hurt us Or what we all believe Mute and deaf with no obsessions A broken watch he got Hes 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 couldnt hear the sound of grief no more We walked into the room, the small and padded room I looked down onat the man that laylaid 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 dont come so near Writing wierd stuf slow and patient I think its something deep Then he tries some levitation Before he disappears A rainy day you too might meet him Give him mercy please It wont be long until well need him And all thats beautiful If he speaks the world will tremble A dream of love well see Hes our all the cosmic centre We are spinning round
round, room, onat, laylaid, stuf