Cracked eggs, dead birds… I can’t help the feeling, I could break through the ceiling blame it on the satellite that beams me home And it wears me out… he talks in maths, he buzzes like a fridge with no alarms and no surprises You broke another mirror, you’re turning into something you are not And it wears you out… I want you to notice, when I’m not around Pull me out of the aircrash I’m on a roll this time, I feel my luck could change Just like your dad, you’ll never change p.s. There is no need to reason everything