Thinkman - Think About It lyrics

It's quite absurd how many birds can really sing It's just a dream, they say But you know you're awake Twenty-four blackbirds can't be wrong For Heaven's sake! Carl Jung would never have Argued with old Cupid He'd talk to the sphinx He was never so stupid Think about it Lie on the couch, and stay Tell us all your problems Now you see ghosts by day? You could make films! Carl Jung was a painter You've that much in common He'd find missing links When his dreams grew too solemn Think about it Dream about it In a moment... Of madness all things may come Meanings and symbols again from mountains all the way To the underworld Flying down and diving up again And getting stuck on the staircase This is reality It's not television What in your absence did you expect- Disconnection? Carl Jung fell out with Freud You just fell out of bed And remember that dreaming's, quite Like being dead Think about it Dream about it