The Beauty of Psychiatry
You try to hide
Away from me
You try to hide
From your own past
You changed your hair
And your identity
But you know your look will ever last
You are aware that I will find you in the end
And you know all the nasty things that I'll do then
Yet you close your pretty eyes and just pretend
That I'm not coming
You thought you'd seen the last of me
They threw me in that cell
But by the beauty of psychiatry
Now they somehow think that I am well
You are aware that I will find you in the end
And you know all the nasty things that I'll do then
Yet you close your pretty eyes and just pretend
That I'm not coming
You hope I won't appear
You hope I won't be mad at you no more
Oh, I won't ring the bell
And I will not be coming through the door
When I recall your face
It fills me with this beautiful desire
And I know you will be
Right here in my arms
And the light inside your eyes
Will finally expire
You are aware that I will find you in the end
And you know all the nasty things that I'll do then
Yet you close your pretty eyes and just pretend
That I'm not coming
You are aware that I will find you in the end
And you know all the nasty things that I'll do then
Yet you close your pretty eyes and just pretend
That I'm not coming
Away from me
You try to hide
From your own past
You changed your hair
And your identity
But you know your look will ever last
You are aware that I will find you in the end
And you know all the nasty things that I'll do then
Yet you close your pretty eyes and just pretend
That I'm not coming
You thought you'd seen the last of me
They threw me in that cell
But by the beauty of psychiatry
Now they somehow think that I am well
You are aware that I will find you in the end
And you know all the nasty things that I'll do then
Yet you close your pretty eyes and just pretend
That I'm not coming
You hope I won't appear
You hope I won't be mad at you no more
Oh, I won't ring the bell
And I will not be coming through the door
When I recall your face
It fills me with this beautiful desire
And I know you will be
Right here in my arms
And the light inside your eyes
Will finally expire
You are aware that I will find you in the end
And you know all the nasty things that I'll do then
Yet you close your pretty eyes and just pretend
That I'm not coming
You are aware that I will find you in the end
And you know all the nasty things that I'll do then
Yet you close your pretty eyes and just pretend
That I'm not coming
Credits
Writer(s): Arne Wormdal
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