Half past nine, quarter to ten Ten-fifteen, and we're coming around again Hold off, are we going soft? Flushed my Zoloft, and we're comin' around again Found out, and I almost drowned Walked back down, and we're coming around again If I could talk I'd tell you If I could smile I'd let you know You are far and away My most imaginary friend {repeat chorus} Khmer Rhouge, je ne sais quoi Your place or Mein Kempf, now I'm givin' the dog a bone Slight hunch, without the vaguest clue To keep the blood balanced, now we're coming around again Half past nine, quarter two, Ten-fifteen, and we're comin' around again If I could talk I'd tell you If I could smile I'd let you know You are far and away My most imaginary friend If I could talk I'd tell you If I could smile I'd let you know You are far and away My most imaginary friend