Beck - Analog odyssey lyrics

Windy, windy Looking for a better home Got me, got me Runnin' out of lightbulbs Cloudy, cloudy Open to a wastecan Yellow car, yellow car Better be inside there Wake up, wake up Nothin's gonna harm you Gla** wall, gla** wall Standin' on the furniture Little boy, little boy Layin' on a sleeping bag Watching, watching Through the cracks of his eyelids Stranger, stranger Feeling on a broken stone Lost him, lost him Standin' on the orange chairs Alphabet, alphabet Can't afford a telephone Black hole, black hole Nothin's gonna harm you