How does it feel
When you're around
Little bit up
And all the way round
Most of the time
I cannot say
[and you're not?] down

Did I do this to myself
How did this feel
When you are gone
Is this this strange
Stranger than fun
How did we live
Through these boxes of clowns
Still, still there is no change
[sick?]
All it off, get all it off again
Off again