Immediate Somewherelseness کے بول

He was 13 Under the spell of Afternoon talk shows Mirror, Mirror Another young boy on the telly, on the tube, totally tubular Or was he a girl? She looked so happy in her flamboyance A tragedy turned into a drop of joy She was no longer a sad teenage boy She was no longer a sad teenage boy Immediate Somewherelseness She took him to a state of quandary Listen to her story: She touched his head Luxurious red hair So shocked she was by the blood, by the blood, by the blood Running-diggity down down her hand In horror she forgot who she was Though one consideration tethered some joy She was no longer a sad teenage boy She was no longer a sad teenage boy She was no longer a sad teenage boy She was no longer a sad teenage boy Find your happiness where you like it …