Look me in my brand new eye.

And when I see you, I really see you upside down. But my brain knows better, it picks you up and turns you around. Turns you around, turns you around. If you feel discouraged, that there's a lack of color here. Please, don't worry, lover. It's really bursting at the seems, absorbing everything, the spectrum's A to Z. This is fact, not fiction. For the first time in years. And all the girls in every girlie magazine, can't make me feel any less alone. I'm reaching for the phone, to call at 7:03 and on your machine. (...) This is fact, not fiction. For the first time in years.