Splin - Get outta my head (version 2)

Get outta my head - straight into the dark
in the midst of the show
through the crowd, security, door, and the park
just to step on a bridge and stare down below.

Get outta my head - it is already screwed up -
scatter photos, throw out stuff,
get rid of the evidence
by trashing the disks and dumping the memories

Get outta my head - your newest boyfriend
cracked all the passwords, forced open the drawer locks,
has read all my letters to you - are you kidding me?
what the f**k? what the f**k?

Get outta my head - barefoot, topsy-turvy,
with a trunk in your hand or without a trunk
travelling light, far away -
before I ran over you with a truck.

Get outta my head - on a broom over Moscow
through adversity to the stars,
with an "S" in a perfect triangle
showing through the car's rear glass.

Get outta my head - reap off the cord
toss the cards, sweep the chess pieces off the board
drive straight through the barriers
leaving cities destroyed behind.

Outta my head - where a plane turns into a sphere
where fireworks follow by wax candle's tears
where canvas of Bosch got mixed up with Bach's music
and not getting along are my brain hemispheres.

Where a line goes around like an old broken record:
"Get outta my head and leave me already!"
And take all my thoughts about you with you,
so God won't think we've been hanging too long here.