Lightheaded

Fuel for the workings of my troubled mind
Thumbing «The Year in Pictures.»
Don’t recognize the times that it says are mine
Who were you then, who are you to become?
A drink ring distorts the pages
Helping the heads to swell and the colours to run
And I feel so lightheaded
I hooked my cart to a dying star
Fuel for the workings of my troubled mind
Thumbing «The Year in Pictures.»
Don’t recognize the times that it says are mine
And I feel so lightheaded
I hooked my cart to a dying star
High gloss on a magazine
Compatibility quiz goes alright
A classy perfume insert ad breaks free
And smothers me with life
And I feel so lightheaded
I feel so lightheaded
I feel so lightheaded
I hooked my cart to a dying star
High gloss on a magazine
High gloss on a magazine
High gloss on a magazine