Give him hope Give him progress Give him time Sell him communion Dream angels telepathy It's an item Of appropriate backing Regardless of enemies Things are fine beneath your zodiac sign The dancing monsters Have all gone home to bed To find their secret hideaways If this is the reason That i have no recall Each man has his fuss It's not a thing You think you can run But you know you must fall Ever spiralling down Afraid forever It fazes me slightly It dazes me nightly But these things won't hurt me And i feel like a completely different person