Headin' down to Beachwood park

Waited til the day grew dark

Everything is a little odd, oh no



A little man shooting darts

An old lady there walking her dog

Wake, the world in disguise, oh yeah



Come with me, dear Louise

Here we go round the lemon tree

End of the road, start of the show

Step inside my dream



Stroll around this empty park

Only sounds are my own thoughts

Loosen up and with little luck we'll unite