I left My street. I'm a guillotine. Pulling away in my machine. Where have I been now? Not you. Shooting stars in my left arm. An alcohol low. Giving away time to Casio. Sun is low. Is this where I'm going to?. We'll see we'll see we'll see. I kill this sleep. I'm the man in the moon. Walking on sand on my home high noon. In love with the moon love you. Cos I lift my street I'm a guillotine. Pull it away in my machine. Forget where I've been before. Is this where I'm going to. We'll see we'll see we'll see. Forget you.