When you're one of us
You can stay for the rest of your life
I'll open windows when you want to look out
At the transit to Venus 'cross the Sun
As you're gathering dust
Ancient dragons and the cicadas come
Edges jaggered as you're comin' undone
On the white soft feathers of your bed
Well you know how hard I try
But I won't get nowhere analyzing your life
And it's people that you lose
When you become a recluse
Turn away from us
Days are darker and the winter's come
Can't remove yourself from what you have done
On the rack where your reputation lies
Do you want to exist
Between the lightning and the mental bliss
Or needing nothing and with no one to miss
Like a stray dog pissin' on a statue
Solitude is hard to find
And they're all too busy organizing your life
But it's people that you lose
When you become a recluse
Well don't be so nervous now
All I want is to be dancing 'round in your light
With the colours that you choose
When you become a recluse
Ohh
Ohh
I make any excuse to stay home
But I can't do that and I must come back
People that stay at home
They're watching a game of thrones
And wondering what comes next
Well you can't do that and you must come back
Pictures of geese
They fly around us and this leads to that
Take us everywhere and bring us back
Well I dreamt that Jesus had a gun
You're sure it's getting cold outside
And they're all to busy organizing your life
But it's people that lose
When you become a recluse
(You know how hard I try)
(It's hard to find)
I think Howard Hughes would love to be on the internet
I think Sly Stone should hold his own on the internet
Bobby Fischer lost and won and took a permanent holiday
He'll be back to host a variety show on television someday
JD Salinger lived long ago and far away
Greta Garbo wrecked her car and walked home from a glamorous party