Windy, windy
Looking for a better home
Gotta be, gotta be
Runnin' outta lightbulbs
Crowded, crowded
Open to a wastecan
Yellow car, yellow car
Better be inside there
Welcome, welcome
Nothing's gonna harm you
Glass wall, glass wall
Standing on the furniture
Little boy, little boy
Laying on a sleeping bag
Watching, watching
Through the cracks of his eyelids
Stranger, stranger
Feeling like a broken stone
Lost him, lost him
Standing on the orange chairs
Alphabet, alphabet
Can't afford a telephone
Black hole, black hole
Nothing's gonna harm you