I, I caught it in a gallery
A painting that was called The Scream
On a day off in Norway
I, I stood before it aimlessly
That figure seemed so close to me
He's with me everyday
What's the matter with me?
What's the matter with me?
What's the matter with me?
Is it internal, or externally?
Sometimes I want to scream like that
Sometimes I want to hear that sound
Sometimes I want to hold my face
And feel the world turning upside down and all around
The colours swirl endlessly
And everywhere the colours bleed
Is everything I've never known
Screaming back at me
Real fake Is anybody listening?
Fake real
Is it horrific? Is anybody listening?
Or is it ecstasy? Or is it just a dream?
In sound
I couldn't run away
All around in surround
It was coming from me anyway
Sometimes I want to scream like that
Sometimes I want to hear that sound
Sometimes I want to hold my face
And feel the world turning upside down and all around
The colours swirl endlessly
And everywhere the colours bleed
Is everything I've never known
Screaming back at me
In the wild wild free
The wild wild free
It's you and me
In the wild wild free
Can only have been
Can only have been
Can only have been
Painted by a madman, madman
Can only have been
Can only have been
Can only have been
Painted by a madman, madman
Can only have been
Can only have been
Can only have been
Painted by a madman, madman
