You're My Idea - Steve Kilbey

You came out of the dark and on your head a face burned

I let you in my room but I realised what you are when my back’s turned

I lock the door, please don’t come through

I try to think of something else but all I get is you

You’re my idea, you’re my idea

You’re hanging in the wardrobe disguised as a piece of modern art

I feel my hands towards the rush but it seems that the rushes start

Off go the light, on come your eyes

You’re dancing like a puppet, and tattered in disguis

You’re my idea, you’re my ida

You’re hiding in the mirror and you think that I can’t see

Sometimes I think I look like you but it’s only that you look like me

Inside the building, outside the hall

I try to follow but you’re walking through the wall

You’re my idea, you’re my idea

You’re my idea, you’re my idea

You came out of the dark and on your head a face burned

I let you in my room but I realised what you are when my back’s turned

I lock the door, please don’t come through

I try to think of something else but all I get is you

You’re my idea, you’re my idea

I lock the door, please don’t come through

I try to think of something else but all I get is you

You’re my idea, you’re my idea

You’re my idea, you’re my idea

You’re my idea, you’re my idea

You’re my idea…