Testo di Psychedelic Dungeon

I'm staring at the ceiling I can't tear myself away So busy doing nothing And it's gonna take all day Contemplating space and time Her body, and the fate of Brian Jones Wondering 'bout the world outside The psychedelic dungeon I call home I can call home Just leave me for a moment I only want to sleep I can't waste a precious second Of this copacetic dream Thinking about the government Her laughter, and the glory that was Rome Days just seem to deliquesce In the psychedelic dungeon I call home I can call home Out there is a distant land I prefer it that way You could say I'm not a fan And you could try to understand