Haven't you heard it's a battle of words?
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year.
Little by little the night turns around
And I'm much obliged to you for making it clear that I'm not here.
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I.
Alone in the clouds all blue
Lying on an eiderdown,
You raise the blade, you make the change.
You rearrange me ‘til I’m sane.
The tolling of the iron bell
Blown on the steel breeze
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.