Here in my room, in splendid isolation alone in the gloom, in splendid isolation sometimes I need to be, left in my own company, so here I am, in splendid isolation. I'm falling away, in splendid isolation, I'm hoping I'll stay, in splendid isolation, If they were right I'd agree, but it's them they know not me So here I am in splendid isolation. I'm floating in a sea of my subconcious thought, and the skeletons are crewling from the closet walls, No-one ever see's me, I don't make a sound' and I don't know what I'm gonna do now The motherless itch has got the best of me trancending the things that I will never be, but all along hallucinating life somehow, I still don't know what I'm gonna do now. The pressure starts to push me through my loving daze, for a moment there I thought I'd lost me wicked ways, It's not that I'm a leper when my mind allows I don't know what I'm gonna do now. Lennon is a memory in a student brain gripping thought pavilions guilt in freedom's chains the virginical construction makes the masses 'wow' and I don't know what I'm gonna do now Well I see the moon, the stars, the hemisphere I see the future and it don't look clear The past is re-appearing on my fevered brow. And I don't know what I'm gonna do now, Yeah, I still don't know what I'm gonna do now...
