thoughts

Picture your self lieing I'm the sun
Can you tell me do you feel numb
I do, I tell you
I do, I tell you
Tell me now, as you lie in clay
Feel at home, is it warm this way
I do, why tell you
I do, why tell you

I'm right, but I'm wrong, sorry babe I must be drunk
You're right, you're wrong, ohh I need to be stoned

Tell me now, what brings your smile
Memories of the past or a bottle
I see differently
I see differently