作曲 : Patrik Carl Olof Tanner
Always accidental,
never quite on top,
Feeling incidental,
a weed in a perfect crop.
Reaching up to the sky,
all I know is how to try,
No one ever told me how to stop.
Nighttime,
all the crickets,
Worried just like me.
Should have booked a ticket,
Must be losing my memory.
In a parallel universe,
I’m perfectly well rehearsed,
Nineteen hundred and seventy-five
Mmm, ah…
Parallel universe,
I’m perfectly well rehearsed,
Nineteen hundred and seventy-five,
Oh yeah.