I met myself (where'd you meet yourself, shirley?) I met myself coming back From the grave By then it was too late They were all gathered round I hadn't seen them for ages I was in the ground But by then it was too late You can see he was beautiful Cigarette, he stops for a cigarette Now you can't move him He thinks a lot, writes it down Stops for a cigarette All the world carried in a handbag Levitating above the bed A shock of hair and a trip into space The handbag drops and rolls away Oh how on earth are we supposed to help him? How on earth are we supposed to help him? He had the chance To go into space He had the chance To know himself He traded it for a guaranteed Place on earth No You can't move him He won't let anybody in Even us We're left outside He's inside smoking We're left outside The rain comes pouring down He's inside The rain comes pouring in How on earth are we supposed to help him? How on earth are we supposed to help him? A shock of hair and a trip into space (there's nowhere to go) A shock of hair and a trip into space (there's nowhere to go) (does he know which way he's falling?) He's sat inside on his own He's living life inside his head He's trying to let his feelings show But he's scared to really open up He had the chance to go into space He had the chance to know himself He dreams of getting off the floor But he can't get up, he can't get up You see He was beautiful You see He was beautiful A shock of hair and a trip into space (there's nowhere to go) A shock of hair and a trip into space (there's nowhere to go) A shock of hair and a trip into space (there's nowhere to go) A shock of hair and a trip into space (there's nowhere to go) You can see He was beautiful Sat inside with nothing to do And you see He was so full of promise And you see When you look at him now You can barely recognise him Just lying there Looking at the air Looking inside his head To see what he can do today