Who said, he looks like you I'm taken back by the things that you do Flying nimbus, right by my side Down in, electric city where the kids all hide Stop! Come in, come in I'm acting like a psycho Got this feeling that everything's wrong Like walking on a tight rope Never knew which way to go Coming down, coming down Coming out of my skin, you are so life-like In a funeral home Coming down, coming down Coming out of my skin, you make me happy, happy, happy, Like I've never been stoned