gold dust is what you are
just to hear you
out of the blue, unexpectedly

we take a chance
we take a bit of fantasy
we are here
we are near
let us travel up the old roads
we may surprise you, we may go far

i am in a house of paranoia
with palms pressed tightly against the glass
why are you doing this to me?
why are you leaving me to the last?

everyone wants a piece of you
you have got to be everyone to everything
you have got to be on your feet and think
you have got to be doing the right thing everywhere
everyone wants a piece of you

it has been a good time away
but i am home today
some days are untouched by reality
it is anger, it is toughness and it is naivety

it is good,
to get to a different playground
and a different way to play
a long way from home

i looked inside your head
i saw your friends
and they all looked dead
losing the plot
where is the thread?

tube freaks
the london underground
plays it play
tube freaks
the distorted tortured people

it does not look right
the feeling is wrong tonight
regress back to what your were
you will see the ligh