In my mind's eye nothing's moving Life's unchanging, it's almost soothing And in my mind's eye I have this painting A self portrait which lies in waiting The back to front image looks back in my face With a million lines that just seem out of place with the lie In my mind's eye
Motorbike roars and guitars screaming Festival's haze don't stop me dreaming Quietly jump into shoes oh so old With prosthetic addons to comfort my souls in the lie In my mind's eye
More sonatas and more concertos More recitals and more cheap death throes Out in a dream world of fortune and fame Where no-one around me can even remember my name In my mind's eye
We see ourselves as what we want The Mirror will oblige! Wise man, young kid, rebel youth But all of the truth's behind the lies In my mind's eye!
In my mind's eye nothing's moving Life's unchanging, it's almost soothing In my mind's eye...
Out in a dream world of fortune and fame Where no-one around me can even spell my name In my mind's eye!
We see ourselves as what we want The Mirror will oblige! Wise man, young kid, rebel youth But all of the truth's behind the lies All of the truth's behind our lies
We see ourselves as what we want The Mirror will oblige! Wise man, young kid, rebel youth The Mirror will oblige!