I got a date with the master, my friend
a sunday stroll in the surreal, so zen
from perfection to disaster again
thanx for showing me what's real
a rendezvous with the psychic once more
she's sneaking thought into my brain i'm sure
am i one of the cynic, the pure?
am i one of the sane?
who knows the troubled one that knows?
prophets come and prophets go
and again i tried to think
that burden only made me sink
crawling back to isola to weep
somewhere under the sea so deep
i don't know what to show ya that's neat
but it will be bigger than you and me
who knows the troubled one that knows?
prophets come and prophets go
and again i tried to think
that burden only made me sink