Time to plan where the bugles coming from Just look to me have some ancient sleep Dug inside the coat pulled out a crumpled note Technology they put on your anti-gun So ya search the rooms Of the stairway of your mind Till you reach the Mirror Room Expecting what you'll find Exactly what you are Not what you want to be I'll say Hey Well That's alright by me You pox me up Don't wanna take a friend Leave it to me The hands will see your hand Didn't understand Just took him by the hand Took him to the cool place of the plan (Repeat 2nd verse) Feelings is goodbye You've been searching for days I remember Christmas Eve The space craft get away Feel a little rodent He really loves me My Friend in New York and the best DJ (Chorus x2 So ya search the rooms Of the stairway of your mind Till you reach the Mirror Room Expecting what you'll find Exactly what you are Not what you want to be I'll say Hey Well That's alright by me (x3)