Still

Do you want to be the lover of another undercover? Hell you could even be the man on the moon.

It just don't mean a thing.

You see it doesn't really matter when you're buried in disguise, by the dark glass on your eyes, though your flesh has crystallized.

You see I really have to tell you, that it all gets so intense, from my experience it just doesn't seem to make sense...

Still... You turn me on. Emerson Lake and Palmer.