And if there is no room upon the hill,
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too,
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head.
You raise the blade, you make the change,
You rearrange me 'till I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key,
There's someone in my head but it's not me.