YOU, A FLOAT IN THE LOST WORLD OF DREAMS A MYSTICAL MAKER OF SCHEMES EMOTIONALLY ON MY MEANS ME, NO MORE THAN A GRAIN OF SAND AND LOST IN THE BEACH OF YOUR LAND UNABLE TO UNDERSTAND WHEN YOU'RE NEAR REALITY LOSES ITS HOLD AND LONELY THE TEARS WET MY SOUL BUT WHAT GOES ON INSIDE YOUR MIND AND WHERE I GO THAT FANTASY DRIVES US BACK IT REALLY CAN'T BE SO BAD TO_LET¬_IT_MAKE_PEOPLE DON’T KNOW LOVE, THE CHANCES ARE SO VERY FEW EXCUSE-ME FOR THE STRANGE THINGS I DO I’M DROWNING IN AN OCEAN OF YOU