a strange guy, little Billie, little brother imaging living on a tree top   I feel free the independence of his mother rather being evil instead of dead Billie is ss    I lost hope, wasted time, spread love be borneagain    but I swear, yeah I do, I could need some lightnings, too   hold them up to shine for you    but right in there, in between where I glow Billie needs, oh he needs, Billie needs some satellites    but Billie is searching for something    Billie is searching just for me