Mind

Oh no I don't think I'm ready Oh no For another headache Oh no I don't think I'm ready Oh no For another heart break But I will go As slowly as I please And time will take As much as it needs And I will see What will come to be One two three drums Yeah yeah Oh, yeah yeah Oh Oh yeah yeah 'Cause there's more Then love To warm a soul This cold soul There's more Then love To warm a soul Oh, this cold soul Oh, this cold soul The more I want The less I get And when make a leap It's one I regret The more I look The less I see So I'll close my eyes And let it be Such that, when she comes And the time is right I'll reopen my eyes And make up my mind Mind Mind Mind, oh Mind (Oh yeah, Mind, oh yeah) Mind (Oh yeah, Mind, oh yeah) Mind, oh Yeah Yeah That's right, yeah Go You will fly Oh you will fly There's no doubt this time You will fly Oh you will fly You will fly There's no doubt this time Oh you will fly You will fly You will fly Just make up your mind