In the basement of my mind I'm on a bike in 1999 In the basement of my mind We're on the phone for the very first time I've been down and I'm glad that you're around I can't even make a sound I just keep it underground The cellar door revolves It's spinning round and round And I'm so spun out It's nice to see you in the morning When your face is next to mine You're in a field with horses In the basement of my mind This thing is bound to keep chasing me around