Counter-words in the morning light
Ventures and acts of crime
In a cold-blooded sun
Ever-flying just to dwell
On whatever will ring the bell
Of what you've seen
Mountain rock and the rhythm gets stuck
Once you set foot on the picture
All along it's been great
But a ton of hide-aways
I should have gone
It would have been my star invention
But lazying is just too good
Do you hear voices?
And do they approve
Of what you've become?