Alan Hull United States Of Mind
The raindrops feel like liquid diamonds, falling from a cloud Who has a silver lining made by passing time And I've not just had a smoke, I've not been struck by lightning stroke I'll let it thunder, let it whistle Let it blow like hell, I'm not really caring And my state of mind needs no repairing.
Yesterday was painted grey and I've found out no reliable way Of knowing what tomorrow's colours might say While heads around me turn and twist at situations that don't exist I'll let it thunder, let it whistle Let it blow like hell, I'm not really minding And my state of mind needs no defining.
I'm wandering through a fairy story, lost in love and seeking glory Listening to the music, children smile While others with more complex claims, protect themselves against the rain I'll let it thunder, let it whistle Let it blow like hell, I'm not really bothered And my state of mind has finally been discovered.
I'll let it thunder, let it whistle Let it blow like hell, I'm not really bothered And my state of mind has finally been discovered.
