Mind

Call the doctor in I'm feeling ill... I can't move an inch but I can't sit still
The bottle's empty for my magic pill... I'm losing my wits and will
"Search for happiness" a voice calls out... a push for pleasure's what it's all about
Stop my mind when I begin to shout... when I shout I shout out loud
I'm inside an image painted for me by a poet
Of walking down a street of glass with nothing on it
My body writhes my body shines
And it's all in my mind
Summer's come and summer's gone... it didn't stick around for all that long
If I could write the words to one more song... but everything is going wrong
I'm inside an image painted for me by a poet
Of walking down a street of glass with nothing on it
My body writhes my body shines
And it's all in my mind
Call the doctor in I'm feeling ill I'm inching closer to that window sill
I watch the birds go by for a cheap thrill I'm losing my wits and will
I'm inside an image painted for me by a poet
Of walking down a street of glass with nothing on it
My body writhes my body shines
And it's all in my mind



Credits
Writer(s): Gary Adam
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