Tekst :

Close your eyes and count to 10
My mouth has spoken without asking my mind again
For the second time today
I ve dug a hole that i must fill with an apology

But now its far too late
voices declare that they
will not negotiate

They talk of pride before a fall
Not every battle is critical to win a war
Tomorrow i know i ll agree
But now the stronghold has taken control of me

And now its far too late
Voices declare that they
Will not negotiate

Reasoning has been lost
Somewhere along the way
You have made your mistake

Close your eyes
Count to 10
Close your eyes and count to 10

Close your eyes
Count to 10
Close your eyes and count to 10

Tonight i feel im going to be
Throwing punches with far too much honesty
Throwing punches just because
We ve come this far theres no way im giving up

And now its far too late
Voices declare that they
Will not negotiate

Reasoning has been lost
Somewhere along the way
You have made your mistake

Close your eyes
Count to 10
Close your eyes and count to 10

Close your eyes
Count to 10
Close your eyes and count to 10

Close your eyes
Count to 10
Close your eyes and count to 10

Close your eyes
Count to 10
Close your eyes and count to 10

I´ve flown too high
On borrowed wings
Beyond the clouds and where the angels sings
In a sky containing
No one here but me
Up there´s all empty
And down there´s the sea
No one here but me
There´s nothing but light
That comes into sight
There´s something up that...

In the old days - I seen em come and go
Built on a huge fort - that much I know
Maybe a good deal - hard to find
Location unknown - again this time

Chorus: Keepin the road clear
Hang at...

I take a look around me and it makes me mad
Another friend of mine in rehab
Try to pull himself from a plastic bag
He s callin from the Halfway House he says he s doing fine
Says he got himself out just in time
Says his friends woulda let him turn blue...

Once upon a time
is how it always goes
but I ll make it brief
what was started out
with such excitement
now I d gladly end with relief
in what now has become a familiar
motif:
That nothing is good enough
for people like you
who have to have someone
take the fall
and something to sabotage -
determined to lose it...

Reality s twisting to my paranioa
Why am I frightened of my surroundings
What was that sound-what was that gesture
What was that pain-my dementia
Overthinking. My mind is a dervish.
Whirling gray matter-I want the answers!
What was that sound-what was that gesture
What was that pain-my dementia
How much of my life is imagined
And how much...