No room for imagining Cause everyone's seen everything Question what the TV tells you Question what the pop stars tell you Question mum, question dad Question good and
more And this world is no place For a mind or a thought No its not Well that's been said before But space and the woods still know who I am And I know
the psychiatric hospit... All she's got is the memory of a girl that used to laugh a lot Now she's very angry 'cause they say she's lost the plot And
lives Staring at the sky Now it's time Bury the hatchet And bury it deep You've a massive heart But you're fucked up, kid And we sow what we reap Woah