Wrapped up in this cold, New England winter
I stayed locked inside my room
Racked my mind up over you
and all without a sound, without a wimper
I read Ginsberg under sheets
feeling like a total creep
How could I prove myself to you
when I don't know quite what you want me to do
But I don't want to hide my head underneath
the sand or the water
I just want to be
Tonight I'll dream that I've become and ostrich
and I'll run so far away
in a sea of tape delay
I'll feel like I've been holding myself hostage
and I'll wake up in cold sweats
all alone over my bed
But how could I change my point of view
when I ain't got nothing to pull me through
But I don't want to hide my head underneath
the sand or the water
I just want to be
the progression from Smiling, Laughing to this album is incredible. gorgeous bully consistently performs bringing us track after track of great music. much love H. E. Fahoome