Yr Mind
You dream about some afterlife
You can't get sane, you can't get right
The future gets so easy to ignore or put up with
The void gets filled with deadpan days
10-yard-stares, a million ways
So easy to suppress and bury anything unkind
Hey, your mind -
Like treasure maps and oceans I can't find
Search the deep (I know you're in there...)
Waiting for the key to unlock it
You dream about some afterlife
You can't get sane, you can't get right
You can't get sane, you can't get right
The future gets so easy to ignore or put up with
The void gets filled with deadpan days
10-yard-stares, a million ways
So easy to suppress and bury anything unkind
Hey, your mind -
Like treasure maps and oceans I can't find
Search the deep (I know you're in there...)
Waiting for the key to unlock it
You dream about some afterlife
You can't get sane, you can't get right
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Writer(s): Rosanna O'brien
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