You are something else,
You are something else,
And Friday night is just as lonely,
As I had thought that it would be,
`Cause you are somewhere else,
You`re always somewhere else.
But sugarplum faeries,
Are always dancing in your fields,
And the gnomes of everlasting wonder,
Are waiting at your heals,
Always waiting at your heals.
And I had thought to leave a message,
Of the things running through my head,
But the call will not be completed,
`Cause it`s better left unsaid,
It`s better left unsaid,
It`s better left unsaid.