I can’t feel my own pulse beatingI’m down in the middle of the whole designWhen you gonna make it betterCanât see what it is youâre all seeingI donât feel the cold and I donât know whyI wont blame it on the weatherCome round here and make it betterIâm numb all over andI canât feel anythingA strange kind of wonderfulI see a broken man in the mirrorOne part Jekyll, and one part HydeWhen you comin round to see meCanât feel the rhythm of my own pulse beatingI cross my fingers on the rolling diceWhen you coming over here toTell me things will all get betterIâm numb all over andI canât feel anythingA strange kind of wonderful