There is an insect swimming in my breakfast bowl
There is a hair inside my eyelid
There is a nosy stranger stirring in my soul
And I'm giving up on trying to find it
There is a crazy feeling crawling up my leg
What in the world is that, I wonder
There is a severed finger in my Easter egg
Beckoning me, it pulls me under
There is a painted eye that looks around my room
There is a creepy midnight caller
There is a mean old lady weaving on a loom
Answering me each time I call her
And easy as cake
I'm floating through the Universe
Make no mistake I am the one who did it first
Early as morning
Late as early afternoon
Gravity is boring
I'm moving to the moon
There is an incantation boiling in my blood
There is a spell that has my number
There is a tiny nation in my neighbourhood
Spying on me while I slumber
There is an easy answer dancing on my tongue
There is a hazy recollection
There is an older lady claiming to be young
And trying to find a real connection
And easy as cake
I'm floating through the universe
Make no mistake I am the one who did it first
Early as morning
Late as early afternoon
Gravity is boring
And I'm moving
I'm moving
I am moving to the moon