There’s an echo of fools in your bedroom
There’s a sun built to shine on what you see
But a ghost in your eyes is lost on the sidewalk passing me
Cause there ain’t nobody
who’s not somebody
Who is somebody to you
I wanna megaphone (This stops today)
I wanna kill the drone (Gonna have my say)
I wanna tear down the walls inside
just to make you listen again
I say
I wanna get you alone (gonna get to you)
I wanna life unknown (Gonna see you through)
I wanna hear all the things you say
when you’re not just enamouring them
I say
You’re a miracle round on the weekends
You’re a bundle of much too hot to see
But you’re hitchin a ride on the coloured page of a magazine
And there ain’t nobody
who’s not somebody
Who is somebody to you
