I
I caught it in a gallery
A painting that was called The Scream
On a day off in Norway
I
I stood before it aimlessly
That figure seemed so close to me
He's with me every day
What's the matter with me?
What's the matter with me?
What's the matter with me?
Is it internal, or externally?
Sometimes I want to scream like that
Sometimes I want to hear that sound
Sometimes I want to hold my face
And feel the world turning upside down and all around
The colours swirl endlessly
And everywhere the colours bleed
Is everything I've never known
Screaming back at me
Real fake
(Is anybody listening?)
Fake real
Is it horrific?
(Is anybody listening?)
Or is it ecstasy?
(Or is it just a dream?)
In sound
I couldn't run away
All around in surround
It was coming from me anyway
Sometimes I want to scream like that
Sometimes I want to hear that sound
Sometimes I want to hold my face
And feel the world turning upside down, and all around
The colours swirl endlessly
And everywhere the colours bleed
Is everything I've never known
Screaming back at me
In the wild wild free (Uh, uh)
The wild wild free (Uh, uh)
It's you and me (Uh, uh)
In the wild, wild free (Uh, uh)
Can only have been? (Uh, uh)
Can only have been? (Uh, uh)
Can only have been? (Uh, uh)
Painted by a madman, madman
Can only have been? (Uh, uh)
Can only have been? (Uh, uh)
Can only have been? (Uh, uh)
Painted by a madman, madman
Can only have been? (Uh, uh)
Can only have been? (Uh, uh)
Can only have been? (Uh, uh)
Painted by a madman, madman
