There was once a thinking man
One who never could be certain
Couldnt appreciate the band
Was seeking whats behind the curtain
And he lived in his head
While thinking all his life away
As he lived like he did
He barely knew the time of day
The world it saw a shrinking man
Withdrawal was his soul indictment
For someone scheming masterplans
He didnt cause too much excitement
And he lived in his head
Lost touch with the ground beneath his feet
And he lived and he lived
Would barely recognise his own heartbeat
Constantly thinking of our experiences
Coding them all into words, what does it achieve?
Were instigating this
Were instigating our divorce from reality
Cos we live in our heads
And were dreaming all our lives away
And well live to the end
Disconnected from our natural ways
