Forgotten melodies swirl inside my head,
the piano plays out a chorus that I don't remember,
it is hot, the fan whirrs above my bed,
but my soul is as cold as the night in December.

My heart beat drums out a line,
accompaniment, to the crashing of the psychic cymbals,
the lyrics ooze from deep inside, saying Don't Give up without a fight.

I run the streets searching for you,
screaming out your name, like only madmen do,
I am no longer free to choose,
trapped in this moment till I find you.

Shadows flicker in the wind,
as the trees dance to my mental music,
I need to find you now to mend,
as I walk the line of sanity, about to lose it.

I run the streets searching for you,
screaming out your name, like only madmen do,
I am no longer free to choose,
trapped in this moment till I find you.

There you are now down the way,
your beauty shining brighter than the street lights,
I run to you and my vision goes gray,
as my arms are trapped by this straightjacket so tight.

I run the streets searching for you,
screaming out your name, like only madmen do,
I am no longer free to choose,
trapped in this moment till I find you.