The bicycles inside your skullnSend you away and out you gonInto the streets where all the pretty girls collect their thoughts for younAnd pin them on to clouds and trees,, and aggravate your paranoidnAnd shivering fears and rolling eggs, can you not see a star out therennWhere all the bricks are bright and freenWhere all the bricks are bright and elegant and freennThe lizard skins around yourselfnDrop off and let the others throughnIn reds and whites and blacks and bluesnEach facet shines or breaks anewnAnd in a big tall building she lets out her hair into the streetnWhere cars and trucks career through itnUntil the ends get wrecked and splitnnWhere all the doors are bright and freenWhere all the doors are bright and elegant and freennThe sun revolves around the sunnAnd then around a bright black moonnAnd in a café by the sea you stir your tea and suck your spoonnAnd when your breakfast comes you're miles awaynAnd all your eggs get coldnYou're where the light is blinding brightnAnd all the windows tilt to younnWhere all the bricks are bright and free...