| We grew up in fences, | |
| drinking light from arid sun rays | |
| Before I saw the sitter brawling | |
| cutting faces to flowers | |
| Why is everything | |
| Why is everything | |
| Why is everything so blithe and delighted? | |
| everything | |
| Why is everything | |
| Why is everything | |
| Why is everything so full of light? | |
| I have the strangest feeling... | |
| Inside these neon gardens | |
| Nothing's the same | |
| Is the same any more | |
| Inside these neon gardens | |
| I ask you what might have gone wrong | |
| They have tried to blinden me | |
| But my eyes have seen dark long before | |
| They have tried to random me | |
| Bur their lies have called me before | |
| But we grow without chances | |
| adjusting time beyond these climes I know | |
| I saw the thinker | |
| He is the soil of the life that grows in me | |
| Why is everything | |
| Why is everything | |
| Why is everything so blithe and delighted? | |
| everything | |
| Why is everything | |
| Why is everything so full of light? | |
| I have the strangest feeling... | |
| Inside these neon gardens | |
| Nothing's the same | |
| Is the same any more | |
| Inside these neon gardens | |
| I ask you what might have gone wrong | |
| They have tried to blinden me | |
| But my eyes have seen dark long before | |
| They have tried to random me | |
| Bur their lies have called me before | |
| Don't hold me down |