Strawberry fields and "aperture science",
Bustling halls and backpack highways.
Music is all that permeates this existence,
Spreading color to these lonely days.

So I'm a human, I'm a dancer,
I'm the ticket to the Show.
I feel fantastic, Still Alive,
And I'm the could-be hero.

Paper Planes and Superstars,
Kissing girls and requiems for dreams.
Somebody Help Me, Somebody Told Me,
That not everything is as it seems.

I'm a lover in Japan and one of death's Friends,
When you were Young, I'm the gentleman, you see.
And when the batteries die, the story ends.
Because in those melodies, I am free.

So think of me and think of this phrase:
I live my music in these lonely days.