Here in my room, in splendid isolation
alone in the gloom, in splendid isolation
sometimes I need to be, left in my own company,
so here I am, in splendid isolation.
I`m falling away, in splendid isolation,
I`m hoping I`ll stay, in splendid isolation,
If they were right I`d agree, but it`s them they know not me
So here I am in splendid isolation.
I`m floating in a sea of my subconcious thought,
and the skeletons are crewling from the closet walls,
No-one ever see`s me, I don`t make a sound`
and I don`t know what I`m gonna do now
The motherless itch has got the best of me
trancending the things that I will never be,
but all along hallucinating life somehow,
I still don`t know what I`m gonna do now.
The pressure starts to push me through my loving daze,
for a moment there I thought I`d lost me wicked ways,
It`s not that I`m a leper when my mind allows
I don`t know what I`m gonna do now.
Lennon is a memory in a student brain
gripping thought pavilions guilt in freedom`s chains
the virginical construction makes the masses `wow`
and I don`t know what I`m gonna do now
Well I see the moon, the stars, the hemisphere
I see the future and it don`t look clear
The past is re-appearing on my fevered brow.
And I don`t know what I`m gonna do now,
Yeah, I still don`t know what I`m gonna do now...