One day I lost my face in a crowd
I tried to call it back but colors ran through the sound
I've worn this face before now
Looked out through these jaded eyes
Wonderfully cheery stuff isn't it?
Now if I wasn't such a weenie
Do ya think you'd still love me?
Pretending I'm an airplane on the living-room floor
Like a lovely generator, You stand right by me
If words were wisdom, I'd be talking even more
This is Life!
What a fucked up thing we do