| Song | Experiment |
| Artist | Christopher Cross |
| Album | Secret Ladder |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Under a tree where I lay with my lies | |
| Something or someone | |
| Bestowed a surprise | |
| Telling me I had no use for my eyes | |
| If I really wanted to see | |
| Walking me tall like a priest with no pope | |
| No one in lab coats and no one with dope | |
| Nobody dangling some flimsy old hope | |
| And nothing to do but to be | |
| All my baggage sent on ahead | |
| Gentleman style | |
| All I remember are people who smile | |
| Holding the world in the palm of my hand | |
| Feeling my pulse like the bass in a band | |
| Welcoming chaos I can’t understand | |
| Hey I’m an experiment | |
| Hey I’m an experiment | |
| Hey I’m an experiment | |
| A most willing subject am I | |
| Now the abyss seems to have its allure | |
| No ground to stand on and nothing secure | |
| Why should a monkey like me feel so pure | |
| Kissing tomorrow goodbye | |
| Far from the comfort of all my despair | |
| Every wrong thought is a wisp in the air | |
| I try to worry but nothing is there | |
| I throw up my hands and I cry | |
| All I wanted falls at my feet | |
| Holy and bright | |
| All I remember is what I did right | |
| Holding the world | |
| In the palm of my hand | |
| Feeling my pulse | |
| Like the bass in a band | |
| Finding amazement | |
| Wherever I land | |
| Hey I’m an experiment | |
| Hey I’m an experiment | |
| Hey I’m an experiment | |
| Be an experiment | |
| Hey I’m an experiment | |
| Hey I’m an experiment | |
| Hey I’m an experiment | |
| Find your experiment |
| Under a tree where I lay with my lies | |
| Something or someone | |
| Bestowed a surprise | |
| Telling me I had no use for my eyes | |
| If I really wanted to see | |
| Walking me tall like a priest with no pope | |
| No one in lab coats and no one with dope | |
| Nobody dangling some flimsy old hope | |
| And nothing to do but to be | |
| All my baggage sent on ahead | |
| Gentleman style | |
| All I remember are people who smile | |
| Holding the world in the palm of my hand | |
| Feeling my pulse like the bass in a band | |
| Welcoming chaos I can' t understand | |
| Hey I' m an experiment | |
| Hey I' m an experiment | |
| Hey I' m an experiment | |
| A most willing subject am I | |
| Now the abyss seems to have its allure | |
| No ground to stand on and nothing secure | |
| Why should a monkey like me feel so pure | |
| Kissing tomorrow goodbye | |
| Far from the comfort of all my despair | |
| Every wrong thought is a wisp in the air | |
| I try to worry but nothing is there | |
| I throw up my hands and I cry | |
| All I wanted falls at my feet | |
| Holy and bright | |
| All I remember is what I did right | |
| Holding the world | |
| In the palm of my hand | |
| Feeling my pulse | |
| Like the bass in a band | |
| Finding amazement | |
| Wherever I land | |
| Hey I' m an experiment | |
| Hey I' m an experiment | |
| Hey I' m an experiment | |
| Be an experiment | |
| Hey I' m an experiment | |
| Hey I' m an experiment | |
| Hey I' m an experiment | |
| Find your experiment |
| Under a tree where I lay with my lies | |
| Something or someone | |
| Bestowed a surprise | |
| Telling me I had no use for my eyes | |
| If I really wanted to see | |
| Walking me tall like a priest with no pope | |
| No one in lab coats and no one with dope | |
| Nobody dangling some flimsy old hope | |
| And nothing to do but to be | |
| All my baggage sent on ahead | |
| Gentleman style | |
| All I remember are people who smile | |
| Holding the world in the palm of my hand | |
| Feeling my pulse like the bass in a band | |
| Welcoming chaos I can' t understand | |
| Hey I' m an experiment | |
| Hey I' m an experiment | |
| Hey I' m an experiment | |
| A most willing subject am I | |
| Now the abyss seems to have its allure | |
| No ground to stand on and nothing secure | |
| Why should a monkey like me feel so pure | |
| Kissing tomorrow goodbye | |
| Far from the comfort of all my despair | |
| Every wrong thought is a wisp in the air | |
| I try to worry but nothing is there | |
| I throw up my hands and I cry | |
| All I wanted falls at my feet | |
| Holy and bright | |
| All I remember is what I did right | |
| Holding the world | |
| In the palm of my hand | |
| Feeling my pulse | |
| Like the bass in a band | |
| Finding amazement | |
| Wherever I land | |
| Hey I' m an experiment | |
| Hey I' m an experiment | |
| Hey I' m an experiment | |
| Be an experiment | |
| Hey I' m an experiment | |
| Hey I' m an experiment | |
| Hey I' m an experiment | |
| Find your experiment |