Someone, quick, put something on my mind
Surrounded by the somethings that you said
I've done all the d** that I can buy
And borrowed all the books I haven't read
Well-worn paths, a gla** of warm white wine
Getting older and I'm cutting it too fine
Something about surroundings you once said
The brain damage is all in your head
It's all in your head
Someone, quick, put something on my mind
Surrounded by the somethings that you said
I've done all the d** that I could find
And borrowed all the books I haven't read
Well-worn paths, a gla** of warm white wine
Getting older and I'm cutting it so fine
Something about surroundings you once said