The Psychiatrist Is In

Lyrics
Grow up you're nearly twenty-five What happened when you were a child? Do you require an analyst? Or will a friendly smile suffice? Find your space Are you breathing well? Do you feel okay? Are you calm? Are you comfortable? Is your heartbeat racing? Is this your soul you're facing? Lay down, my couch is over there I think you'll find it's way more comfortable Take off your glasses, don't be scared For thirty pounds I'll listen to your stories dear Shut the window, there We should keep this session intimate Don't you agree? I've experienced a matter similar I can't juggle, I can't knit a pinafore But I'll listen to your tale And give you some advice I was an ace when I was young I learned to dance, I didn't have to learn I was a case when I grew up A case of hope crashing to the ground I learned, I hit the skids And I woke up me, myself And I was a different person If I take you on will you be pliable? As a confidant I'm quite reliable Dreamer though you are It is you that's been my signing post So far
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Credits
- Writers
- Stuart Murdoch