Putting down your phone Somber Weeping, putting on Pullover Planning up your day As always Everything’s okay Almost…
But if you look inside your heart, I’m waving And if you turning out your mind You’ll fail
Well it’s all in my head All in my head I’m doing my hair Cutting your scent All in my head All in my bed
People get amused At you passing Picture could be used ‘Grass’s green’ Reading on your bus For gist The city’s drinking dusk Watching…
And if you step towards the door It opens But in the twilight roads are more Obscure
Well it’s all in my head All in my head I’m doing my hair Cutting your scent All in my head All in my bed
April afternoon Sleeping Something in your chest Sweetened Turning on your side Gazing Holding someone’s hand Amazing Hope it’s my hand Hope it’s my hand I hope it’s my hand…