"Screwdrivers" are flowing
To deep throats
Colorful lamps
Crackle under feet
He'll see off
On the bus
You'll come back at home tomorrow
Very different
He'll talk to you
That is evil, and that is good
If you don't know
What means "can't"
Stop is impossible
You'll come back at home
And will find out that you are
Very different
Very different
Very different
Different
Different
But there is need finish of it
But in the doors curving as current collector
Crazy mum gnawing her daughter
Because she turned up in the morning
Very different
It means that it in reality, isn't sleep
It's strange life between evil and good
And in the end something have changed in this world
You had came at home not like you were yesterday
But very different
Very different
Very different