There’s a zillion eyes
But this is one of you
Charming butterflies
Catching clouds thats still mean
Anyone I can speak
Just winded up your doll
‘Cos you’re the son of invention
Til the music stops..
(Til the music stops)
I dont know why I drive
I can see how long I can stumble
Through stairways down your spine, I
I try to see through a zillion eyes
Anyways I feel cheap
Just wind them up you doll
Don’t be something that matters
Just winded up and show you how
You’re the son of invention
Til the music stops..
(Til the music stops x2)
