What's the one thing you need to be pushed out on an airplane?
From nowhere, it seems, a weirdness from out of the blue
And I want to be this Johnny that covers you
I know I drew him - to use you for art seems so natural...
This is weird - yup, yup, yup, yup...
This difference it brings impossibility to everything
But, knowing these things, I choose ignorance over truth
Can I afford to fit my hand into the hand it's in?
I cannot see you as umpteen times around the star we see...
This is weird - lightbulb, lightbulb...
"This is weird", she sings - It isn't normal to want this to be
But, this gravity - a type where Isaac has no clue
And I want it to be right so that it is weird no more
But, it is weird and I cower under the cloud I bring!...
This is weird - goodness gracious me...