somewhere in my memory

living in a world where people stare at me

and they talk about me

and they laugh at me

i even hear them whisper to each other as they call me

paranoid

yeah, im paranoid.


tryin to leave a legacy

everybody thinks im acting stupidly

they say im too unique

i even make them sick

can't someone understand that i don't wanna be another

human clone

don't leave me alone.



CHORUS:

turn to me, believe me

when i say i am sane

go ahead, give me shame

and care for me just the same.




stolen by my unconscious mind

can't recall a thing that happened in my life

am i a lucky guy

or a human crap?

does living on the dark side of the moon enough to call me

stupid

or a genius?


floating in the starlit sky

listening to people talkin in my mind

have i done somethin wrong?

is this where i belong?

i guess i'll have to take a walk around the world to find

an answer

that will suit me.

(repeat CHORUS)