Losing Your Mind

What a comfort to find out you're losing your mind

When you re-realize that it's not the first time

You burnt the beyond when you learned how to fly

Just to learn later on that there isn't a sky

There aren't any clouds and there aren't any trees

There aren't any birds and there's no cinder caught in my eye

Till I've tied a tired knot and tried to untie it

Just can't decide if I should lie or tell the truth and try to hide it

Till I've tied a tired knot and tried to untie it

Just can't decide if I should lie or tell the truth and try to hide it