You

Fear, light of day, miles away
Never going home
Exit abyss follow bliss
Now you roam, you roam

And you with your magical hands
You, well you're not what I planned
You can't supply nor demand
You

Little Bo Peep lost her sheep
Reaching for a spark
Caravan rolls passes on
And the dogs will bark

And you with your mama next door
You are so hard to ignore
You whom I always adore
You

Fear, light of day, miles away
Never going home
Exit abyss follow bliss
Still got time to roam

And you with your magical hands
You, well you're not what I planned
You can't supply nor demand
You