as i wander from the scrublands of my mind
to the mountains of my hope/heart

oooh

taking in the sounds around me
figuring out their boundary
i begin with forced surroundings
to develop a touching lunacy
you're saying it's harder to know what i'm thinking
then i'm starting to wonder myself
remember last night when i was smiling
and you asked me what i thought
and i just wanted to dance


as i wander from the scrublands of my mind
to the mountains of my heart

ooooh

am i mad?
am i blurring boundaries?
i/a lost individuality
or is it these forced surroundings
that nurture my contact lunacy