What's that something trying to choke your head
While you're still eating in your bed?
You might as well be dead
Lost that grip which held your head so high
No longer clouds in your clear skies
You might as well fall off
And in your head, do you feel lost?
And in your head, do you keep touch?
It's for your passions which there seems too little of
And here's your last chance to make the hard go soft on you
Who's that someone trying to steal your fame
For something you should be ashamed of?
Well you lie too much
Where's your coat and where's your shades and hat
To keep them cool and not go mad
When they find out?
And in your head, do you keep touch?
And in your head, do you feel lost?
It's for your passions which there seems too little of
And here's your last chance to make the hard go soft on you