You see, I've this friend Who doesn't exist He takes strides all in time With the watch on his wrist And I only speak 'cos he compels me to
It's much like the voice That lives in my sleep Painting Xes on dreams That I'd like to keep But I'd rather not mention that they all feature you
Maybe I'm not right between my ears But crazy's just crazy, so it makes me not an ounce less sincere But I've a notion that you're this way too So let's be together in a white padded room And make lovely machines of our twisted up levers and gears
Sometimes I send letters From my fireplace Yeah, I set them aglow Watch them burn into space As they all float softly away from me
They're all addressed To the blackest of skies And I ask them to pour On all but you and I So we'd huddle dry underneath the same tree
But my soul's got a voice And a black telephone And it calls me at night When I am alone And it's ranting and raving in languages I can't speak But if everyone thought All their thoughts right aloud Would we all be locked up And never let out? I'm convinced it's not only me
