I fall beyond it all I try and slip away Downstairs the knocking door I thought it couldn't wait And then we go down to round the barbershop He thinks how he thinks but I think its not Oh I, am on the run What are we gonna do? I'm upside down and I'm trying to read signs That are flying at me like bullets Bullets on a screen The fullest of dreams What are we gonna do? I don't know What I want