[Intro — dusty drum loop, Rhodes chords, muted trumpet] There’s a little voice living underneath my bed, Telling me the things I think are better left unsaid. There’s a shadow on the ceiling, there’s a stranger in the hall, Every time I close my eyes, I hear somebody call. VERSE 1 I walk around in circles like a record with a scratch, Looking for the reason but I never find the match. The telephone is ringing, but nobody’s on the line, I pour another coffee and I drink it with the night. PRE-CHORUS Maybe I’m dreaming, maybe I’m awake, Maybe every little thought is another little mistake. CHORUS Madness, madness, dancing in my head, Making little pictures of the things I never said. [Vibraphone melody — bass enters deeper] VERSE 2 I saw the moon in the kitchen, drinking whiskey from a glass, She said, “Don't worry, baby, nothing ever really lasts.” The television whispered, the refrigerator sighed, And every clock in the apartment started moving out of time. CHORUS Madness, madness, knocking at my door, I don't know if I’m losing it, or if I ever had it before. BRIDGE — half spoken Maybe madness is a crack between what you remember and what was true. [Beat disappears — Rhodes + voice] And somewhere in the silence I can hear myself again. INSTRUMENTAL BREAK [Warm upright bass groove, brushed drums, vibraphone, tremolo guitar, muted trumpet answering the melody. Slightly psychedelic tape wobble.] FINAL CHORUS Madness, madness, come and take my hand, Show me all the places, I was never meant to understand. Madness, madness, maybe you're my friend, Maybe every broken road was leading to the same dead end. [Outro — increasingly sparse] There’s a little voice living underneath my bed... And tonight I think it sounds like me. [Rhodes chord hangs — tape hiss — fade]
