Sitting in my armchair thinking again and again and again
Going round in a circle i can’t get out
Then i look around thinking day and night and day
Then you look around — there must be some explanation
And the tension builds
Take advantage — let nothing be fantasy
How do you grow as you stunt your growth?
Nothing you say makes sense anymore
Then you look around — there must be some explanation
And the tension builds
Sitting in my armchair thinking again and again and again
Going round in a circle we can’t get out
Then i look around thinking day and night and day
Then you look around — there’s nothing left to say
And the tension builds!