Tip of the Iceberg

The monkey's sleeping
He's dreaming of a distant past
The morning sun will wake him soon
He'll use a twig to brush his teeth

I went out for a walk
I'm fumbling for the key
I'm in the middle
Of something that's too big for me, for me

I want you to come home
Don't want to be alone
All is wrong and nothing's right
And what I told you late that night
Is just the tip of the iceberg

I should have never
Ever said, now leave me be
And the monkey's sleeping
He's one step ahead of me, see
The colour of the sky is violet

I want you to come home
Don't want to be alone
Call me crazy, call me wrong
Tell me you told me all along
It's just the tip of the iceberg

I went out for a walk
I'm fumbling for the key
I lock the door these days
That's not at all like me

Dress up the big shapes
In pink and blue like acid trees
Up there the monkey's sleeping
Like always way ahead of me, see
The colour of your eyes is violet

I want you to come home
Don't want to be alone
Call me crazy, call me wrong
Tell me you told me all along

I want you to come home
Don't want to be alone
All is wrong and nothing's right
And what I told you late that night
Is just the tip of the iceberg