There’s this other person I see sometimes,
In a daze, in the brain maze
Blue midnight, oil lamp haze
Crescent moon behind grey clouds
Here I am talking aloud
Golden dream fields around lonely hill
Where angry river water meets the sea
Where dozens die and hundreds flee
And there’s only me, me and me.
Steal some money
For a wish at the wishing well
Don’t hate just anyone
For it costs much
There are very few who are worthy of the price.