Peter Jefferies - Catapult lyrics

There's a thousand voices In my head today They say So many things At once It's all random Nobody planned them Spinning around in a Verbal flood What's that ,what's that Before you've begun Agreeing with yourself On every point except one Understated when overheard Each thought relates To a language Which needs no word Well consider it a gift Like an echoing mirage In a maze of mirrors Or feeling adrift Of a series of ages While each stage Rearranges Everything in sight Until figures of fantasy Seem to Take flight All across my view Are the lines on the faces of Things that I thought I knew Are the lines on the faces of Things that I thought I knew Are the lines on the faces of Things that I thought I knew