Sitting by my window, with my head (?)cupped(?) in my hands
I'm looking at the people, now I think I understand
(?)(I've seen the life)(I've sin a life)(?) of prisons, conversations with my walls
And now that you can see me, you see I'm not quite wide at all
And now, that I'm here, I'm not alone with all the loonies
Now that I see, I'm not alone with all the loonies
Now that I feel, I'm not alone with all the loonies
Now I am me, I'm now at home with all the loonies here
Driven to insanity, with music in my head
I quiet believe that I'm not outside, with all the living dead
Well it could have been so easy, I've could have been a star
They told me that I have everything, but I f*ck up/on after all!
And now, that I'm here, I'm not alone with all the loonies
Now that I see, I'm not alone with all the loonies
Now that I feel, I'm not alone with all the loonies
Now I am me, I lost myself on The Road To Rampton
Safe inside my prison, deep down I - I always knew
But I didn't stand a chance outside, I couldn't see why everything I do;
Comes back and haunts me, like a ghost, again just like my mother
I lost my hope, I lost my faith, along The Road To Rampton
And now, that I'm here, I'm not at home with all the loonies
Now that I'm here, I'm right at home with all the loonies
Now that I'm here, I'm (?) with all the loonies
Now that I'm here, I'm (?)quite(?) at home with all the loonies here
(I do like to be beside the seaside)