Does anybody know what this song is about
Can you tell me?
I'm fresh out of ideas but I'll buy whatever lies you can sell me
Would anybody like to describe the inside of my mind at this time?
I invite you
But be prepared to be ensnared within my lair if you enter there
So you'd best beware

The gentleman in the back with the pack of cigarettes
Is smoking rings around me
The gentle lady with the curls
Turns my simple words to precious pearls
I wish them love, more than cancer
Crazy dancer with romance and flame
Just the same
I wish they'd tell me what this song is about
'Cause the game is over and I'm tired of playing

We are the music we can't understand
Why you dance with your head when your body can't stand
You are the music where do you belong
Can anybody tell me what to do with this song?

We are the music we can't understand
Why you dance with your head when your body can't stand
You are the music where do you belong
Can anybody tell me what to do with this song?

Does anybody know what this song is about
Can you tell me?
I'm fresh
Dissected in the press what a mess of metaphors
It's a meta-storm
Je t'adore
My pigeon hole is well defined on all side vy these troubadours
Chairmen of the board
These snakes and ladder in the frame make a out of fame
Double ones again!
But eye of snake is ancient I
And ancient I is not a fake please speculate

We are the music we can't understand
Why you dance with your head when your body can't stand
You are the music where do you belong
Can anybody tell me what to do with this song?

We are the music we can't understand
Why you dance with your head when your body can't stand
You are the music where do you belong
Can anybody tell me what to do with this song?