Strange formula for mood swings but I haven't had them Strange patterns swirling the clouds but they don't drift over my head I hear the world in stereo it all drifts over my head See the world in Technicolor stay blind to the glare Feel omnipotent an out-of-mind experience Out-of-body feel the rush it's all around It swirls around in the people I see It is the people I see flowing around me A fluid continuous frictionless miser Don't come here don't touch me Can't touch me with any pole stick or measure Of implement I am the ghost the mist the whisper in your Sleep Telling you to live another day