I wake up in a state of joy. My favourite LP form the Floyd. Commanding orders to a toy. And every step and every thought Makes no sense at all. The weather changes. Sun to snow. Expecting things. They'll never come. Mysterious plants I'll never grow. And every step and every thought Makes no sense at all. Everything I know Has been told by liars. Everywhere I go I grow deaf with silence. In this old flat there is no room. We're feeding ants with our food. Tomorrow I'll will sleep 'till noon. And every step and every thought Makes no sense at all.