A dark angel parachutes down into an abandoned town
He says: Oh, I've been looking for a certain white clown
Doesn't look like you're it
But you're the only one around
So I guess you'll have to do, He says
So anyway how are you doin'?

I say, Actually, I can't stand all the new machines
It's supposed to be all brand new but it just looks the same
He says: Oh, it looks like you're bored So try this he says to me:

Why don't you get yourself an old beret
And why don't you find an old café?
And sit at a time and write something new
That's never been heard before

Or write your own manifesto That would do
Just make sure you use a pencil
So you can always get it you know right

Look at all the things I've bought
I can't believe what they cost
Just a lot of plastic and numbers on my credit card
I'm feeling kind of lost
The world that used to seem so small
I could wrap my arms around it
Now it seems so big And he said: Oh
>From your pictures I guessed that you were tall
But actually I gotta go now

It's a small world full of light
It's a small world full of light
But I wouldn't want to have to paint it