There's creases through my hand
My face
My mind
My plan
My grace
My glands
My band
My pace
My time
My life runs on a turntable
And plays strange tunes
If you listen closely
It sounds like you.
My mind runs on a telephone
And speaks strange tongues
If you listen closely
It sounds like fun.
Everyone is laughing now
All together we will grin
Burning like fire through the town
We will all drown
Swimming without fins
There are no frowns
Those who are down
Become changed to grin again.
