I switch the light on, light on. I am the intersection between the moth and the moon And soon soon soon the circling shall end, I will pretend that i have found The center of everything, the point where the universe begins, Where my head connects with the pen And i draw 25 lines representing time, I make the months and years rhyme. I switch the light on, light on. I need to work on my war strategies to satisfy my needs. Nothing but new inventions, a new kind of breed, Induced puppetry, television diseases. I know what i want: a house by the water, a bird and a lover And time to see through the big pile of sh** That comes with being a part of it. So i fill the holes with the gaps and the gaps with the holes and the hole with the gaps And the gaps with the holes and the holes with the gaps To know at least i try to nourish the ghost i am inside I switch the light on, light on And it means nothing compared To size of the universe. How comforting that sounds, You need a bit of luck To float above the ground...and don't care if you f** up. Imagine all the meteors circling around the sun. How should i know if i can trust the ones that say they won't crash down? Who cares if i look pretty, today i am staring at the sky And wait with fascination for the day we're all gonna die. So i fill the holes with the gaps and the gaps with the holes and the hole with the gaps And the gaps with the holes and the holes with the gaps To know at least i try to nourish the ghost i am inside