It's not cold but I can see my breath
and as I take pulls of herbs to relieve  some stress
Everything becomes as distorted as the thoughts in Dali's mind
but it's in these few moments I feel the best and
It seems so much easier to see the sun shine on days I feel as grief-stricken as a brother mourning the loss of his best friend,
suddenly the disconsolateness fades away and then I'm happy agian.

It's working hour and the cold shoulders keep on shugging,
everyone puts up thier walls and I keep passing through and by
maybe I'm just paranoid because I'm slightly high
still I never thought that I could get this far committing so many crimes
and people still thinking I'm a cop,
I never wanted to porve anything,
but everything I am showed them everything I'm not.