See through how everyone sees you They think that you're an idiot But they must know an idiot Cause you were born on idiot's time If you stop or continue You'll still be an idiot With all the other idiots You idiots are standing in line And everyday there's a new way back To the very place that it all began But your heart was telepathic When you died on the Atlantic, 1975 And your hands meticulously crafted You could see through all the static Be you dead or alive You left your home and the icy throes Brought you together Useless repeated excuses Thought up by an idiot To sell to other idiots And anything that money can buy But if then we're gonna still do this Then we had better do it before we hear those excuses And we lose all of our valuable time 'Cause every day there's a new way back To the resting place where it all began But your heart, your heart is telepathic When you drowned on the Atlantic, 1975 And your hands meticulously crafted You could see through all the static When you're dead or alive And your world Was nothing but miraculous The situation stopped at the inevitable Your heart was telepathic And you knew it was the only way you could ever go Leave your home And go it on your own Coming together.