Want to tell me something that I don't want to know. Well go on and tell me, go on and tell me. The world is bigger than your bedroom. TV is only fictional life. Come, come see the world through your own eyes And maybe you'll wake up. Well the fibers were low, So we pushed them to the side with a comb, Cut the frayed threads straight from your head. Are you breathing with me? Feel the rhythm - feel the rhythm - We fluffed the pillows with the air, Where you had laid your head For eighteen young years To tell you something you want to hear. We'll fluff the pillows with the air And maybe you'll wake up.