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 its 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 dreams 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.