It suddenly feels like a new year

Like I'm a million miles away from here

I can see some kind of light here

Although I won't name it



I want to talk about the moonlight

I want to talk about the wild child, you know

That real wild one, dancing alone

In the middle of the whirlpool



Spinning tales about silence

About radio silence

About some kind of asylum

In the middle of an empty field full of danger



It's strange I don't feel like I'm a stranger

I feel like I belong here

I feel like I've been waiting for a long time

And now I can tell you some stories



Stories about the madmen

Stories about the dream-child

You know, that real wild one

Who dances alone

In the middle of the whirlpool

And I can tell you about silence

About radio silence

About some kind of asylum

In the middle of an empty field full of danger



If you want it

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