Look at yourself Are you sad? Are you sad? Don't be afraid. It's not bad to be sad. Dust off your hands, And reach into Foreign lands Of your mind Don't be kind Cause we're all fools Each others tools
When the cracks On my bedroom ceiling Give me this empty bottle feeling I think is time to repaint It's time to repaint myself
Try not to peer Through plastic eyes Through plastic eyes Peel back the rind And you'll find Something kind You're still you Remember you? A rosy child Strong and wild With ample lungs you You breathe with ease Floating on the breeze Floating on the breeze
When the cracks On my bedroom ceiling Give me this empty bottle feeling I think is time to repaint It's time to repaint my When the cracks On my bedroom ceiling Give me this empty bottle feeling I think is time to repaint It's time to repaint myself Maybe blue or green or something in between Maybe blue maybe green maybe something in between Maybe blue or green maybe something in between
