Flip on a switch, and everything's fine-
No more lips, no move tounge, no more ears, no more eyes.
The naked blue angel, who peers though the blinds,
Disappers in the gloom of the mirror-blue night
But there's no where to hide from these bones from my mind.
It's broken inside-I'm a man and a child.
I'm at home with a ghost, who got left in the cold.
Who knocks at my peace, with no keys to my soul.
And the whispers of fear, the chill up the spine,
Will steal away too, with a flick of the light.
The minute you do it, with fingers so blind,
You remove every bit of the blue from your mind.
But there's nowhere to hide from the ghost in my mind.
It's cold in these bones-of a man and a child.
And there's no one who knows, and there's nowhere to go.
There's no one to see who can see to my soul...