You can pull the wool or pull the thread
In idle moments
Time wraps the head around the head
Resolution wanes as night extends
There's no healing in this feeling
Lost in the thrill of twilight trends
My mind is sideways
Vice making mischief of the soul
In silent strides
As the want becomes the whole
While the wilting day is scattering
All my wasted words fade
As I become my own regret
My mind is sideways
Vice making mischief of the soul
In silent strides
As the want becomes the whole
