a strange guy, little Billie, little brother imaging living on a tree top

I feel free the independence of his mother rather being evil instead of dead Billie is ss

I lost hope, wasted time, spread love be borneagain

but I swear, yeah I do, I could need some lightnings, too

hold them up to shine for you

but right in there, in between where I glow Billie needs, oh he needs, Billie needs some satellites

but Billie is searching for something

Billie is searching just for me