The rain began to fall as the bus stopped, falling in 
The man in the window turns his face and he starts to 
sing 
He's giving her the look; he's falling from the sky 
He's leaving his own mind 
Keep on turning into nothing 
What you need's what you've got 
It's not your problem anymore 
Turning into nothing 
You twinkled and twisted you're back in your old ?65 
I saw you in a daydream with the treetops on your head 
The multicolored girl in the net wanna see the dead 
Where are your fantasies? 
Oh please don't bother me 
I made it up for you