I've been turned on

In that little room

And I am all caved in now like a cat

I've woken up

'Cause you've spoken up

I'm catatonic but ready to roll

Drift sense of time

Turning round on a dime

Crossed the thin line

As I'm waving goodbye



You saved my life

Now once or twice

And I'm not willing to let it go

Mountains of your head

Come back in dreams

And I'm thinking true pencil thoughts

Hell hath no fury

I'm restless but weak

What's on your mind

If it's on your tongue you should speak

Speak

It's true



She was spinning and

She was hinting at

And sweeping dust in and out of rooms

What could I do?

I'm asking you

I made myself invisible to her

Hell hath no fury

I'm restless but weak

What's on your mind

If it's on your tongue you should speak

Speak

It's true