Woke up today, saw my face in the mirror Eyes don’t lie, message is clear I can hear it. I can see it. I can say it. I’m odd. Chorus: I’m a graph without coordinates, a shape without form Always deviating away from the norm Logic can’t fix what’s wrong with me I’m odd. I’m odd. I’m odd. Indeed. I’ve got superhuman cilia in my ear, which gives me the ability to hear the fears and lies that people hide behind and what’s more I can hear which crayon’s happy in a box of sixty-four Repeat Chorus