Turn my head into Fluorescent blue and green mixture, for now Cos I've had one too many But it's different this time Different this time Don't know me Can't make a sound But I'll come around Rolling free I hit the ground But I'll come around Turn my head into Visions of liberation Found in you and me Wrapped up in golden vicuna Glowing different this time Different this time Don't know me Can't make a sound But I'll come around Rolling free I hit the ground But I'll come around Different this time, oh