Here in my room, in splendid isolation

alone in the gloom, in splendid isolation

sometimes I need to be, left in my own company,

so here I am, in splendid isolation.

I'm falling away, in splendid isolation,

I'm hoping I'll stay, in splendid isolation,

If they were right I'd agree, but it's them they know not me

So here I am in splendid isolation.

I'm floating in a sea of my subconcious thought,

and the skeletons are crewling from the closet walls,

No-one ever see's me, I don't make a sound'

and I don't know what I'm gonna do now

The motherless itch has got the best of me

trancending the things that I will never be,

but all along hallucinating life somehow,

I still don't know what I'm gonna do now.

The pressure starts to push me through my loving daze,

for a moment there I thought I'd lost me wicked ways,

It's not that I'm a leper when my mind allows

I don't know what I'm gonna do now.

Lennon is a memory in a student brain

gripping thought pavilions guilt in freedom's chains

the virginical construction makes the masses 'wow'

and I don't know what I'm gonna do now

Well I see the moon, the stars, the hemisphere

I see the future and it don't look clear

The past is re-appearing on my fevered brow.

And I don't know what I'm gonna do now,

Yeah, I still don't know what I'm gonna do now...