Common baby touch the screen

come through the screen of my old black and white TV

I can't taste this

I can't let you

are you walking alone?

is it all in your rigid head?

all this madness you drag

now you're totally grown

but the storm in your weary head

fills the room that is not for two

not for you

not for your eyes boy

are you walking alone?

is it all in your rigid head?

all this madness your drag