Tables turned
When you're beside yourself
You get lost, lost in the transition
You get lost, lost in the transition
You get lost, lost in the transition
Of no companion.
I am involved in such a curious strain (?)
I need my friends, family, and security
I want friends, family, and security
I need friends, family, and security
But I am given this nakedness.
Opposed to clothed security
Restless you are, I am as well
Your potential, my potential
Two souls needing new clothes
Now we're completely clothed
Completely clothed
And suitably dressed, yeah, suitably dressed