You know my name


You know my name

In the darkness of the lane, in the street across the left pane
Of the window wet with rain, under the bed made of cane
You know who I am talking about, you know...
You know my name

In the cafe round the corner, sipping diet caffeine,
Talking on the cell, on a bad network range but there's no one out there...and it makes you feel insane
You know who I am talking about, you know...
You know my name

Under the cold shower, or burning from harsh Sun rays
Stuck in the endless jam or going down the lift again
Walking aimlessly in the mall, sifting through the racks
Looking for labels with familiar names
You know who I am talking about, you know...
You know my name

In the bitterness of the winters, in the nakedness of May
On top of a hill, underneath a shallow lake, inside a cave
Skydiving listening to Floyd, working with Bach, sleeping with Jerry, George & Elaine
You know who I am talking about, you know....
You know my name

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