Freud Sits Here کے بول

It's close to chaos But it's certainly not I'm doing my best But I feel on the edge Freud sits here, but he doesn't tell me Where I can sit with him It's close to something But it's definitely nothing I'm losing my breaks But I'm raising a snake Jesus lies here, but he doesn't tell me Where I can lay with you What to do to get a cure? Should I call my mom And ask her to rescue me? How many times can I sing, can I sing In a song the word love? Love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love Love, love, love Love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love Love, love