Now turning again, turning away from the light
Doors open then shut, corridor footsteps at night
Wake up in the bed with the screens
See faces that smile as you dream
See things come to call as they crawl on the wall
And you know it's the end
To them it means nothing
To them it means nothing
To them it means nothing to them at all
Seems we're on two different wavelengths
Misinterpreting, you realize
What this age of insanity, lack of humanity brings
You know I couldn't even tell you my name
Faces watching through the darkness
Seems like nothing can dispel my fears
Of endless rejection by beings ethereal
You know it's just about as bad as it can
Now I feel a little better
Seems the walk has done me good, you know
I feel I'm beginning to see the existence of
You know I never even found out quite what
Now I really feel I'm flying
Far beyond my wildest dreams to be
Alive in this prison of torturing ecstasy
You know at first it never seemed to relate
The river sweats
Oil and tar
The barges drift
With the turning tide
Red sails wide to leeward
Swing on the heavy spar
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down Greenwich reach
Past the Isle of Dogs
Let your hopes begin to falter
See your dream begin to fade, for in
This age of enlightenment, 20th Century man
You know he'll never ever let you go back
Maybe one day we'll be happy
Living life the way we see it through our
Visions of fantasy, Harold in Italy
You know I think I'll just go back to my dreams
Doors open then shut, corridor footsteps at night
Wake up in the bed with the screens
See faces that smile as you dream
See things come to call as they crawl on the wall
And you know it's the end
To them it means nothing
To them it means nothing
To them it means nothing to them at all
Seems we're on two different wavelengths
Misinterpreting, you realize
What this age of insanity, lack of humanity brings
You know I couldn't even tell you my name
Faces watching through the darkness
Seems like nothing can dispel my fears
Of endless rejection by beings ethereal
You know it's just about as bad as it can
Now I feel a little better
Seems the walk has done me good, you know
I feel I'm beginning to see the existence of
You know I never even found out quite what
Now I really feel I'm flying
Far beyond my wildest dreams to be
Alive in this prison of torturing ecstasy
You know at first it never seemed to relate
The river sweats
Oil and tar
The barges drift
With the turning tide
Red sails wide to leeward
Swing on the heavy spar
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down Greenwich reach
Past the Isle of Dogs
Let your hopes begin to falter
See your dream begin to fade, for in
This age of enlightenment, 20th Century man
You know he'll never ever let you go back
Maybe one day we'll be happy
Living life the way we see it through our
Visions of fantasy, Harold in Italy
You know I think I'll just go back to my dreams