She's livin' in her own psychedelic world
Mind, perception, chemicals disturbed
She's filing every truth until bitters end
Suffocating, restless, ambivalent
Her prison is a cage of messages
A rhythm in the age of endlessness
The fire in her yard has killed our tree
She's living in a room full of raw, bleak void
An empty space to fulfill the destroyed
The fire burned away all the chemistry
A mirror on her wall shows a tired me
The window tears the blue and cold old smoke
Reminds me of those days and our garden's oak
Her fireworks, they ran, so weak, but free
The tired, opaque man cries secretly
