The bicycles inside your skull

Send you away and out you go

Into the street where all the pretty girls

Collect their thoughts for you

And pin them up to clouds and trees

And aggravate your paranoid and shivering fears

And rolling aches, can you not see a star out there

Where all the bricks are bright and free

Where all the bricks are bright and elegant and free

The layers of skins around yourself

Drop off and let the others through

In reds and whites and blacks and blues

Each passage shines or breaks their new

And in a big tall building

She lets out her hair into the street

Where cars and trucks career through it

Until the ends get wrecked and split

But all the doors are bright and free

And all the doors are bright and elegant and free

The sun revolves around the sun

And then around a bright black moon

And in a cafe by the sea

You stir your tea and suck your spoon

And when your breakfast comes

You're miles away and all your eggs get cold

You're where the light is blinding bright

And all the windows tilt to you

Where all the bricks are bright and free

Where all the bricks are bright and elegant and free

Where all the bricks are bright and free

Where all the bricks are bright and elegant and free