Illusions
Flying demons
The chasms are yawning
Decisions
Are making
It difficult
For waking
Buildings
Are falling
Foundations
Are crumbling
Disasters
Are making
It difficult
For waking
Neighbours
Are burning
And leaders
Unfurling
Decisions
Are making
It difficult
For waking
It difficult (oooh)
It difficult (oooh)
And I haven't got the slightest idea
I haven't got the slightest idea
And I haven't got the slightest idea
I haven't got the slightest idea
Demons
Are flying
And we
Arent voting
These blankets
Are making
It difficult
For waking
Ditches
Are bloating
And houses
Are floating
Leaders
Are making
It difficult
For waking
It difficult (Oooh)
It difficult (Oooh)
It difficult (Oooh)
It difficult (Oooh)
It difficult (Oooh)
It difficult (Oooh)
And I haven't got the slightest idea
I haven't got the slightest idea
And I haven't got the slightest idea
I haven't got the slightest idea
And I haven't got the slightest idea
I haven't got the slightest idea
And I haven't got the slightest idea
I haven't got the slightest idea