I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it need sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps

I don't know why nobody told you
how to unfold you love
I don't know how someone controlled you
they bought and sold you

I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps

I don't know how you were diverted
you were perverted too
I don't know how you were inverted
no one alerted you

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at you all
Still my guitar gently weeps

Oh, oh, oh

                       oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Insane in the brain

Thought of the day: we are all insane don't you think? Every single person running around life trying to be something. Trying to be rich, happy, romantic, sarcastic, realistic, optimistic. It is all a dance, a crazy, insane dance. Even when you are trying to be "perfect" isn't that your insanity? Possibly.

Borderline

I find some, unsettling. I like it that way.