Common baby touch the screen
come through the screen of my old black and white TV
I can't taste this
I can't let you
are you walking alone?
is it all in your rigid head?
all this madness you drag
now you're totally grown
but the storm in your weary head
fills the room that is not for two
not for you
not for your eyes boy
are you walking alone?
is it all in your rigid head?
all this madness your drag
