The Mind’s Eye

In my mind's eye nothing's moving
Life's unchanging, it's almost soothing
And in my mind's eye I have this painting
A self portrait which lies in waiting
The back to front image looks back in my face
With a million lines that just seem out of place with the lie
In my mind's eye

Motorbike roars and guitars screaming
Festival's haze don't stop me dreaming
Quietly jump into shoes oh so old
With prosthetic addons to comfort my souls in the lie
In my mind's eye

More sonatas and more concertos
More recitals and more cheap death throes
Out in a dream world of fortune and fame
Where no-one around me can even remember my name
In my mind's eye
We see ourselves as what we want
The Mirror will oblige!
Wise man, young kid, rebel youth
But all of the truth's behind the lies
In my mind's Eye!

Out in a dream world of fortune and fame
Where no-one around me can even spell my name
Tell my mind's eye
In my mind's eye!

We see ourselves as what we want
The Mirror will oblige!
Wise man, young kid, rebel youth
But all of the truth's behind the lies
All of the truth's behind our lies