Hindsight blues, I'm tangled up in you but you can't see through the overgrowth - Thick bristles and whistle blowers, Tell me your perception of me.
Let's laugh together at the discrepancies, Don't expect more from me, You know me better than that, aristocratic nature, I hate where you come from, That comfortable turf.
I can't be myself in your world,
Solipsism - listen we can only shine on reflection vision and that takes more than you or I alone.
Still tripping,
Tangled up in you.
So I went to see Bob Dylan the other night at the Royal Albert Hall...