My imagination could not hold up to knowing what I wanna do (knowing what I wanna do with my life) I lived a lot of things to turn it on And we build our boat and sail it out into the harbour Will it float, oh will it float? I won't turn around, won't turn around so soon Listening to one story of a crazy June And the stars are disappearing one by one There's no-one in this empty street To come between the concrete and my feet When the stars are disappearing two by two One is me and the other one is me with my skin turned blue (?!?!) When it all becomes too much you help me go to sleep I see so many other ways to all the ways I keep The grin upon your face suggests you will have an answer To the question asked in my recurring dream I'll find a clock to keep track of the day I'm sleepwalking on a Monday morning, out into the light The sky has turned around in wrinkles (??? could be the sky is tan) I can feel you there in the air tonight