I chose a way to make me feel l’m just like superman But anyway I feel myself walking into quicksand Come and look into my head how I feel tonight Come along with me, my friend, cause I’m moving on Yes I’m moving on, yes I’m moving on, yes I’m moving on, my friend, my dear No regrets here, no regrets near But every time I think it’s ready, every time I think my brain has shed it Comes another whisper deep inside my head And tells me “if you think you’re flying, come on little boy I see you’re in a fall, and see the clock hands closing round your neck” I see the shark, I feel the shark, I hear the shark, charging at my neck I see the shark, I feel the shark, I hear the shark, charging at my neck