haunting you're haunting me the way you flaunt your disease
the neck you hang your chains upon details of every marathon
the audience is your identity
you won't believe this
your mind can't conceive this
you won't believe this
and you're wasted and you're lying
underneath your brilliant smile who do you need to discover
your brain is much too big you're bored with books and bottles you want intrigue
mornings oozing out of stalls black and deep and high
surrender to a simple lullaby
you won't believe this
your mind can't conceive this
you won't believe this
and you're wasted and you're lying
underneath your brilliant smile who do you need to discover
crowd into his sleep ooh the pain in his heart
little lamb lost in the woods where are you tonight
don't push your family completely out of sight