Counter-words in the morning light Ventures and acts of crime In a cold-blooded sun Ever-flying just to dwell On whatever will ring the bell Of what you've seen Mountain rock and the rhythm gets stuck Once you set foot on the picture All along it's been great But a ton of hide-aways I should have gone It would have been my star invention But lazying is just too good Do you hear voices? And do they approve Of what you've become?