So, so, so disconnected of reality
But I'm not a mad drunken person, not talking clearly

And no one that I know, can connect me to the system
It's like I'm on the side, watching my black and white film

This universe is getting messed up, falling apart
Or maybe we slipped out of god's holy wooden cart

I know that somewhere up high, or it might be very low
There's a place we're going to - after we finish to know

You won't get this complication of complicated things
You won't understand what is longing for unreal wings

You will laugh at things that seem so unserious
People are so mysterious wondering curious

And what do they wonder I ask
Everyone is wearing a mask

I'm lost, I'm lost, is this really me?