I´ve come undone
It´s too late to fix it
I just exist... on my own
On my own

I´m a real gone kid
So-phisticated
I can´t believe my luck
When I see him in the mirror

I´m not societies problem
I´m entirely home-grown
I´m not a product of anything
I´ve never been or felt so at home
Home

I´ll glisten in the moonlight
I can light up my load
And all across the sky
I will explode... on my own
on my own

A baby waiting to be born

A sheep that´s ready to be shorn
I´m a king in deathly throes
A lazy cock that never crows
An empty book that´s leather bound
I´m a lost cause, never found

I´m not a product of anywhere
I´m entirely own grown
I´m on the cosmic fringes
I´ve never been or felt so at home

I´m a sleeping giant
Waiting to awake
Stumble to the fridge
And back to bed again