Ian Anderson (The Designers Republic) - Thoughts Wasted lyrics

Don't call me up wasted Senselessly jabbering on Don't talk to me like that You're picking me up all wrong You came to your conclusions And I will come to mine I know all about your opinions But I'd rather hear you cry Don't hide your emotions So twisted up inside Don't you call me up so wasted Don't talk to me when you're high I can't seem to get in, a word in edgeways Sounds like you're forgetting, the things that you said I just wanna let the love in edgeways So I'm gonna wait until you come to your senses I know, I know, I know I've heard it all a million times before And if you've something new to add Running away with themselves Galloping on At an impossible speed Like nothing is wrong Hurtling into space You're too far gone You better be off your face Running away with themselves Galloping on At an impossible speed Like nothing is wrong Hurtling into space You're too far gone Seething, a quiver of cobras has a vitality An intimate enemy, resentment, a lounge of dragons Like mold, resentment grows Unforgiveable; there's no way to be good There's simply many ways to be more or less bad He had to find religion to measure his evil against Too much information, too much time has pa**ed Too much history Humans are f**ed, a smack of a jelly fish So complex, even the most simple of us Needing one another In the wake of resentment Only broken hearts, shattered souls I just think I need a little bit of happiness, d'you know what I mean?