Float on, with your nightmares And leave no traces on magazines I know, I’m sure, the dismal science you walk with I dressed up like a pioneer But you soundly wrapped up your home and fear That soon, this tiny border collapses, and the crowd comes flooding you again
It’s the merry end, of all the things so sad Come colliding when everybody was wrong I was strong stronger then you know But you will know
Now you double all your clothes just to occupy your time And you shop your way out of the blues
It’s the merry end, of all the things so sad Come colliding when everybody was wrong I was strong stronger then you know But you will know
But somebody will cry taking somebody’s mind To the nightly sketches of a rotten philosophy But you you just need to feel safer Before the crowd comes flooding you again
Now you double all your clothes just to occupy your time And you shop your way out of the blues But nightmares will come back on Big Sale Saturday As you’re queuing next to her But the crowd is blind and leaves you there choking on On all the differences that you got
But somebody will cry taking somebody’s mind To the nightly sketches of a rotten philosophy But you but you but you