Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love but I guess
This avoids the stress of falling out of it
Are you tired me yet? I'm sick right now but I swear
When I'm ready I will fly us out of here
Ooh. . . I'll cut my hair
Ooh. . . to make you stare
Ooh. . . I'll hide my chest
And I'll figure out a way to get us out of here
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Turn off your porcelain face, I can't really think right now and this place
Has too many colours enough to drive all of us insane
Are you dead? Sometimes I think I'm dead
Cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head
But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet
Ooh. . . my eyes went dark
Ooh. . . I don't know where
Ooh. . . my pupils are
But I'll figure out a way to get us out of here
Get a load of this monster
He doesn't know how to communicate
His mind is in a different place
Will everybody please go him a little bit of space
Get a load of this train-wreck
His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet
But little we know, the stars
Welcome him with open arms
Ooh. . . time is
Ooh. . . slowly
Ooh. . . tracing his face
But strangely he feels at home in this place
