Pale winter moon, it has just got on
I went down to the empty room
And all eyes turned around on me
And my eyes turned around on me
If i had to say maybe I’d go on
But my mouth stumbled uselessly
Nothing fits to this vacancy
No, no, no
Dime it rolls
No, no, yes
And this dime will come to pass
No no no
No no yes
I got down
But will I
Even I will come to pass
Every kick it stops in the empty space
And the beat it just goes on
Goes on as a sample tape
Goes on as a sample tape
If I had a light i’d illuminate
But there’s nothing under the cape
And these eyes have another shape
It goes on as a sample tape
No, no, no
Dime it rolls
No, no, yes
And this dime will come to pass
No no no
No no yes
I got down
But will i
Even i will come to pass
And...and we bug ourselves
By indulging in that illusion