I walk though a fog
Whenever you're around
I know it's gone, it's god who brings me down
Thunder in my ear... so loud that I can't hear
Jim, Jim, Why are you here?
Jim, it's been five years
Jim, why are you here?
I can't count change and I can't change
I feel out of sync and out of range
I ask the county chair about my fair
I can't look... but it looks unfair
So, Jim... Jim why are you here?
Ah Jim, Why are you here?
Jim it's been, it's been five years
Jim... Why are you here?
But there's beauty to be found
Even in the softest sound
And My mum still puts me to bed with a lullaby
I walk in a daze
When ever you're around
I'm a victim. I'm a victim of sound
I'm a victim, I'm a victim, I'm a victim, I'm a victim of sound
Jim, Jim, Why are around?
Jim, What do you hear?
But there's beauty to be found
Even in the softest sound
And my mum still puts me to bed to hideaway
And there's beauty to be found
Even in the softest sound
If that cunt still puts me to bed... with a lullaby, say goodnight
Say goodbye. Jim say good night
Jim say good night