Full of Voices My head breaks down My head bursts in you Full of gestures My face breaks down My face bursts in you On some blue, light-green fields On a long, leaking road I confess there\'s no course That could lead me to you Pictures of her In those booklets Crawling in my head Trolleys, madness Songs of coastguards On some blue, light-green fields On a long, leaking road I confess there\'s no course That could lead me to you