Music He likes to have them on a paper crossword solved Words go up, words come down, forwards, backwards, twisted round He grabs a pile of letters from the small suitcase Disappears into the office, it's another working day And his thoughts are full of strangers Corridors of naked light And his mind was full of reason Now there's more than meets the eye Ah, the strangest place he comes with He likes a bit of reading on the subway home A distant ring of whistling tunes that nobody knows At home a house await him, he unlocks the door Thinking once there was a sea here but there never was a door And his thoughts are full of strangers And his eyes too numb to see And the thing that he knows of Out of nowhere he's been For ever while he's been Music And his thoughts are full of strangers Corridors of naked light And his mind was full of reason Now there's more than meets the eye Ah, the strangest place he comes with And their heart is full of strangers Dodging on his train of thought Thanks for watching!