There's a brown being
Floating in my bedroom
His blue eyes
Freaked me out
And I'm paralyzed
And I would hear these tones
Often on the way there
And I began to hear noises
Often on the way back
(We're looking after you, we're looking after you)
They're all going away
Without saying good-bye
What's the point, anyway?
If the sun's gonna eat us all
In and out like a distortion
But this time, we're in motion
And the mirrors mean nothing
Let's go out and blow something
What if your thoughts
Aren't really your own?
What if your thoughts
Aren't really your own?
And I would hear these tones
Often on the way there
And I began to hear noises
Often on the way back
Often on the way there, often on the way back
(We're looking after you, we're looking after you)
(You're a golden child)