作词 : Bush
I found a book on how to be invisible

Take a pinch of keyhole

And fold yourself up

You cut along the dotted line

You think inside out

And you're invisible

Eye of Braille

Hem of anorak

Stem of wallflower

Hair of doormat

I found a book on how to be invisible

On the edge of the labyrinth

Under a veil you must never lift

Pages you must never turn

In the labyrinth

You stand in front of a million doors

And each one holds a million more

Corridors that lead to the world

Of the invisible

Corridors that twist and turn

Corridors that blister and burn

Eye of Braille

Hem of anorak

Stem of wallflower

Hair of doormat

Is that the wind from the desert song?

Is that an autumn leaf falling?

Or is that you, walking home?

Is that the wind from the desert song?

Is that an autumn leaf falling?

Or is that you, walking home?

Is that a storm in the swimming pool?

You take a pinch of keyhole

And fold yourself up

You cut along the dotted lines

And think inside out

You jump 'round three times

You jump into the mirror

And you're invisible