everyday life with my others self (ma parole ils sont tous fous à l’extérieur ou quoi?)

just like me myself and I, every morning in the night
when I go to sleep not
grab me pen
grab my keyboard & strings
thinkin of you too
much thinkin of
you too thinking
of you maybe just like nothing at all
just like all

you yourself and yours

we ourselves, infinite (h)ours

day to day

night to night

I We go on laughing but quietly

cos’ the others might think we crossed the line

but by this time Birdy,

Randy and chief Bromden and I go free,

free as cuckoo’s

off nests