Sing, sing, sing me your alchemy
Turn my granite to gold, granite to solid gold
Cause right now my skin is stone to me
With nothing underneath
Is beauty only a fallacy?
Created by fools at the bottom of the sea
It sure does seem that way to me
Like them, I long for the surface so desperately
I scream your name
Against the wind and the pouring rain
Scatterbrain, I need you
For I can't see straight
Too f*cked up to calibrate
Scatterbrain, I need you to be sane