The world is going through a cosmetic
shift
Falling on its energy and psycho babble rift
Counting all the pieces that are gathered in its
grasp
Holding on to all the things we thought would always
last
The space and lines between us are instrumental in the
pain
Quiet condescending voices point the fingers at the
blame
Finding ways to get yourself out of this hook and the
disease
One day you're fine, the next you're off swinging in the
trees
Take it all down
Turn it around
What's gotten into your head
Living on sight
Creating your own fright
Sometimes I wish you would have ran instead
What's going on in your head
Today turns into tomorrow as the night turns into day
Take away the sorrow and come out into the sun and
play
Finding ways to pick you up as you're lying on the
ground
One day you're good the next you're out there making
annoying sounds
Take it all down
Turn it around
What's gotten into your head
Living on sight
Creating your own fright
Sometimes I wish you would have ran instead
What's going on in your head
What's going on in your head
I would really like to know
If only you would let it show
What's going on in your head
© 2/15/08 Bruce Clifford
