My head's a spinning top can't find the brakes
Thoughts like ripples in a stormy lake
I build mountains out of grains of sand
Overthinking traces patterns with my hand
Round and round my mind does race
Circling the sun in an endless chase
I dream up mazes that I can't escape
Tripping on the threads of the traps I make
Counting stars that ain't even there
Worries twisting up the midnight air
Painting shadows where the light should be
I'm a prisoner of my own mind's decree
Round and round my mind does race
Circling the sun in an endless chase
I dream up mazes that I can't escape
Tripping on the threads of the traps I make
A breath a pause I beg for quiet
But my thoughts they love a little riot
I try to tame the stormy seas
But my brain's a symphony of uncertainties
Round and round my mind does race
Circling the sun in an endless chase
I dream up mazes that I can't escape
Tripping on the threads of the traps I make
