There is something wrong with my mind
Arranging lives with strange new ladies
He thinks that I am out to get me
There is something wrong with my mind
With my mind
There is something wrong with my mind
It never tires of its boredom with places
Forgets the names and avoids the faces
There is something wrong with my mind
With my mind
And the tongues they spit
As the scales they tip
In favour of dying
With the lunatics
But a hand holds on
With a weakening grip
As the cells cry out
Under quivering lip
Hallelujah, Eureka
You reek of the cheap alternative
Yet the band plays on in stolen time
As the pendulum swings
On a delicate vine
As the celluloid spins inside my mind
Like a golden wheel from a distant time
But the song lives on forever
There is something wrong with my mind
Directing eyes both alive and jaded
If they could cry they would cry at babies
There is something wrong with my mind
With my mind
There is something wrong with my mind
With little purpose and scant agenda
It blows the wind into my stormy weather
There is something wrong with my mind
With my mind
And the celtic eyes
Scan the blood red skies
Seeing hundreds of thousands of bridges fry
As the cold regret of a history dies
In a parallel instant an infant cries
Hallelujah, Eureka
We seek for a truth and it speaks in lies
with the peace destroyed
To a world at war
We can finally wallow in the pain no more
It's a far, far cry from the world we saw
And sang about in mouths so ragged and raw
But the song lived on forever