Every morning I put it on. I walk outside and I am gone. And I don't seem to mind anymore. I can't think what it was like before. I wore it all the time.
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
In the evening I take it off, But there's another one underneath, And I can't seem to find the bottom of the stack I Might just lose my mind and never get it back, but At least I'll get inside.
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
At least I'll get inside.
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
There's a feeling that I get sometimes. It's so small that it's easy to hide. It's like a howling voice from the distant past. It seems I've got no choice when it comes to this. It's building up inside.