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I've been sitting here thinking |
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That too much thinking's not good for my brain |
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Am I floating or sinking? |
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All this thinking's going to drive this poor boy insane |
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Then why don't you stop? |
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I really don't know |
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Do you want to or not? |
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But it won't let me go |
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Do you want to know peace? |
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I'm not really sure |
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Want your worries to cease? |
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No, let me worry some more |
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'Cause I've been sitting here thinking |
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That all this thinking's not good for my brain |
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I've been thinking and thinking and thinking |
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And I don't know if I can stand all this pain |
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You're a fool to yourself |
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Hey what do you mean? |
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You can stop if you want |
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Now your talking in dreams |
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You've just got to let go |
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Don't give me no jive |
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I've got enough worries just staying alive |
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So I step up and onwards, and what do I see? |
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There's a mist of darkness and it's creeping up on me |
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Many times before this road I've been |
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But never alone, depression walks at my side again |
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It's creeping up on me |
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I can feel it in my soul |
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There in the distance - a tiny point of light |
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It's growing, and glowing, and swallowing up the night |
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But I've still got darkness in my eyes |
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I must turn around, and face to where the brightness shines |
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It's creeping up on me |
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I can feel it in my soul |
