Testo di Head Spins

All the rumors, they seem true But he retains the same way of thinking But if ignorance is bliss, why does he feel the opposite? He can only sleep well through the night if it’s cold How fitting, since living his life in the same sort of fashion is what he tends to do Watch him fake his smile too You know he, would be fine, without you in his life From time to time, he breaks free, but along then falls the night Silently hoping’s a rough form of coping, as isolation grows His head spins, his eyes open, but only just for show Only just for show Far across the plain there stands a statue It’s wide awake, but crumbles when the sun Rises and the day it holds no virtue When rubble turns to grain it is not gone You know he, would be fine, without you