I’m an ammonite turned completely to stone, waiting to be found by you
Surely that’s forbidden play, staring at the clock’s second hand needle going around
The words are like grit from the palm
Smoothly, smoothly spilling over
Paranoia, paranoia, in a dream I can’t wake from
Paranoia, paranoia, continuing to dance
Paranoia, paranoia, it’s a dream I can’t wake from, so
Paranoia, paranoia, it’s reflecting the world entirely in monochrome
I can only hear the sound of my heart, waiting in this terribly quiet darkness
Surely this is a beautiful self-sacrifice, because the clock’s sharp second hand needle hurts
I try to remember the things I’ve lost, but
Glittering, glittering, they’ve run away from me
Paranoia, paranoia, in a dream I can’t wake from
Paranoia, paranoia, what am I feeling?
Paranoia, paranoia, I’m having a dream I can’t wake from
Paranoia, paranoia, if I have my knees, how lonely am I?
"Is that alright?" "Is this alright?"
"Really?" "It doesn’t matter."
"I don’t know." "I want to know."
Wondering to myself————.
Paranoia, paranoia, in a dream I can’t wake from
Paranoia, paranoia, continuing to dance
Paranoia, paranoia, it’s a dream I can’t wake from, so
Paranoia, paranoia, it’s reflecting the world entirely in monochrome
Entirely in monochrome