Žodžiai dainai: Tunng. Bricks.

The bicycles inside your skull
Send you away and out you go
Into the streets where all the pretty girls collect their thoughts for you
And pin them on to clouds and trees,, and aggravate your paranoid
And shivering fears and rolling eggs, can you not see a star out there

Where all the bricks are bright and free
Where all the bricks are bright and elegant and free

The lizard skins around yourself
Drop off and let the others through
In reds and whites and blacks and blues
Each facet shines or breaks anew
And in a big tall building she lets out her hair into the street
Where cars and trucks career through it
Until the ends get wrecked and split

Where all the doors are bright and free
Where all the doors are bright and elegant and free

The sun revolves around the sun
And then around a bright black moon
And in a cafe by the sea you stir your tea and suck your spoon
And when your breakfast comes you're miles away
And all your eggs get cold
You're where the light is blinding bright
And all the windows tilt to you

Where all the bricks are bright and free...