Usually, surreal lyricism isn’t something you associate with beauty.
But Hitchcock always seems to come up with melodies that transform his odd musings into something transcendent.
This is a good example, originally appearing on his 1989 album Queen Elvis.
It is probably not fair to compare him to Syd Barrett, but I can’t help but think this is what Syd might have done had he managed to keep it together and stay in music.
I also highly recommend Madonna of the Wasps from that album, a soaring bit of jangle pop that manages to be indelibly lovely without compromising its otherness.