Upstairs.

Kelly made himself up a nice chateau of twigs

A marble fortress of leaves and muddied bark

He went about his business with secret smiles

Let his fortress take all the miles

And for a while he kept himself out of the dark

He came from outer space, man

Where the cold was just too much

Thought it was like some cool Freudian mess

He came down and settled in London

With the rockers, mods and such

And he wiled away the days in substance,

But I digress

Kel's wailing somewhere

And there's a tangled web of soft yellow hair

I don't know what it is but there's definitely something going on upstairs