Want to tell me something that I don't want to know
Well go on and tell me, go on and tell me
The world is bigger than your bedroom
TV is only fictional life
Come, come see the world through your own eyes
And maybe you'll wake up
Well the fibers were low
So we pushed them to the side with a comb
Cut the frayed threads straight from your head
Are you breathing with me?
Feel the rhythm - feel the rhythm -
We fluffed the pillows with the air
Where you had laid your head
For eighteen young years
To tell you something you want to hear
We'll fluff the pillows with the air
And maybe you'll wake up