I’ve got this curly-whirly music
twisting through my brain
When I try and disembowel it
the tunes just run again
The time when I was happy, just
to hear it trickle through
Has gone away and left us
with the birds it up and flew
Lying in this crowded room
my shrouded mind lays dumb
If I try to lift my feelings now
my heart will only drum.
