Call the doctor in I'm feeling ill… I can't move an inch but I can't sit still

The bottle's empty for my magic pill… I'm losing my wits and will

"Search for happiness" a voice calls out… a push for pleasure's what it's all about

Stop my mind when I begin to shout… when I shout I shout out loud

I'm inside an image painted for me by a poet

Of walking down a street of glass with nothing on it

My body writhes my body shines

And it's all in my mind

Summer's come and summer's gone… it didn't stick around for all that long

If I could write the words to one more song... but everything is going wrong

I'm inside an image painted for me by a poet

Of walking down a street of glass with nothing on it

My body writhes my body shines

And it's all in my mind

Call the doctor in I'm feeling ill I'm inching closer to that window sill

I watch the birds go by for a cheap thrill I'm losing my wits and will

I'm inside an image painted for me by a poet

Of walking down a street of glass with nothing on it

My body writhes my body shines

And it's all in my mind