Lyrics

What a wonderful solution Now we all can rest our weary heads and go to bed And you pretend it's all illusion So I can pretend my mind is dead What a wonderful solution Now the wings have clipped the bird instead And claimed it's head But in the midst of all confusion Remember what D. Feathers said I can't trust the things I see For I can only trust in me And if the whole world should drop dead I'll build my own inside my head What a wonderful solution Now we all can finally turn our heads On what's been said But in the midst of all confusion Remember what D. Feathers said I can't trust the things I see For I can only trust in me And if the whole world should drop dead I'll build my own inside my head