Mystery Of The Brain (A Great Big Pile Of Leaves)

snap out of it, make a dash for it, it's all in your head. it's all in your head. tip-toe up close enough to taste the weather... we meant to get our feet wet, but instead in we dove in our clothes and soaked from head to toe. a blueish green, silver glistening, paint splattered past where the shadows casted... we're drifting. we're drifting.