Can't say that it's great to be back When all the lavender in my back yard is either dull or black Hole in the sky with my sun glasses on Guess the only conclusion is in song Someone's gone never knew they were there Hopeless with stuff like that, don't even know the smell of hair Trying to find a positive space Pick up receiver and someone's father says: "Can't you see you're nobody" Such a sickened anti-grace when there's always someone, or something stingin' you in the face Black comedies always going too far and this one's pushing me to burn this wretched guitar Straight to the city of folded arms I can't be bothered to siphon out it's charms Inanimate objects to communicate, strum up and down and it tells me that: "This is free, is it really, 'cause can't you see, you're nobody" You're nobody