I've been turned on In that little room And I am all caved in now like a cat I've woken up 'Cause you've spoken up I'm catatonic but ready to roll Drift sense of time Turning round on a dime Crossed the thin line As I'm waving goodbye
You saved my life Now once or twice And I'm not willing to let it go Mountains of your head Come back in dreams And I'm thinking true pencil thoughts Hell hath no fury I'm restless but weak What's on your mind If it's on your tongue you should speak Speak It's true
She was spinning and She was hinting at And sweeping dust in and out of rooms What could I do? I'm asking you I made myself invisible to her Hell hath no fury I'm restless but weak What's on your mind If it's on your tongue you should speak Speak It's true
