The only ones for me are the mad ones.
Mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved.
Desirous of everything at the same time.
The ones who yawn and never say a commonplace thing,
But burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles
Exploding like spiders across the stars.
And in the middle, you see the blue centrelight pop,
And everybody goes ‘Ahhhh’.
