More by luck than judgment here am I, Smiling at the fighting once again, Frightened of my hands, Frightened of my friends, Call it by a very different name.
Colours fly away from you, Lost in valid wondering, Angels fly their camoflage, Darkness that is shattered by the dawn.
There's a new boy here to play our game, Shoot my eyes out I could wake up dreaming, This is where I score, Wise up to my tricks, Colour in my face and yell extremist.
Someone's sleeping in my attic room, Someone's watching everything I'm doing, Harry Ranjet sings, Save a song for me, Heard you on the radio today.