And then I bring it back from the old dusty racks of my memory
In the river I can see
A face that's smiling silly
And a ripple dancing round it
I'm in my best reality
The world is just like heaven
And the people never bother me
It seems like too good of a deal
And why oh, why should I be as lucky as I am to be living here?
When I think a thought, I wonder why
They 'ccur to me though I don't really want them.
These thoughts aren't really mine
Don't need a Sherlock to explain this
Open-shut case
It's a fickle little part of me
One time I love myself
One time I question my existence
I'd call it a quiddity
Can't really go without it
So, I'll sing a bit about it
It all lasts as long as a feeling
And then it's gone back to the old dusty racks of my memory
When I think a thought, I wonder why
They 'ccur to me though I don't really want them
These thoughts aren't really mine
Don't need a Sherlock to explain this
Open-shut case
I'm willing to let my soul be touched by the hands of helplessness and longing agony...
It's a simple tragedy -
This universe is perfect, I'm too little to be worth it
What am I to do with me?
I love it and I hate it
Stumbling on a serendipity
I feel like I'm living the dream! But wait second! It's reality...
When I think a thought, I wonder why
They 'ccur to me though I don't really want them.
These thoughts aren't really mine
Don't need a Sherlock to explain this
Open-shut case
It's a fickle little part of me...