Electric Prunes I
Aye means yes to a sailor Eye in a needle I can thread I is a capiltal letter But I have to live in my head.
If I say I too often Then I hear my vanity shows In I there is no silence I must think a thought no one knows.
To find out my identity I cannot start by being me But trust your eyes to truth or lies Can I get by by being I ?
I stand for isolation Eye is the heart of a storm I must react like my brothers If I choose that I will conform.
I get lost in the shuffle When I echo another's choice So I appear to be sleeping When you think I've lost my voice.
