The Sphinx (Naersnes Demo)

He likes to have the morning paper, crossword solved

Words go up, words come down, forwards backwards twisted round

Oh, no

He doesn't act that strangely now there's people around

He's looking at their faces

They won't stick in his mind

He grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcase

Disappears into his office, it's another working day

And his thoughts are full of strangers

Corridors in naked lights

And his mind once full of reason

Now there's more that meets the eye

Now a stranger's face he'll carries with him

He likes a bit of reading on the subway home

A distant radio whistling tunes that nobody knows

At home a house awaits him, he unlocks the door

Once there was a sea here but there never was a door

And his thoughts are full of strangers

And his eyes too numb to see

And nothing that he knows of

And nowhere where he's been

Was never quite like this

And at heart, he's full of strangers

Yeah, yeah whats up

No way

Wake me in the no way