Although I know All my tigers Are bounding Out of My dream machine Pretending to be mean Why do I run Why do I scream When my Very own tigers Jump out of My very own Dream machine?
Maybe I'm To good a magician Tricked By my own illusions But I really should know I'm just putting on a show.
When the curtain comes down And there's no danger To be found I can't be running 'Round and 'round So scared, Of my own, Shadow