This is torture at it's finest state My blankets are warm and there's too much on my plate I feel happy I feel dull The fireplace is glowing My wineglass is always full Fix your hair I think I will sleep under the stars tonight Take a walk take a trip take a stand with me The air's much better when you can breathe The sky's more blue when you can see I feel happy I feel content lying on a rock sleeping in a tent One thing I regret is not bringing me TV set not to watch or admire But to throw in my dying fire I think this spot will do This is omnipresence in it's priest form I've got everything I need right here I thought I had it all