Janis Ian Then Tangles Of My Mind
In the tangles of my mind,
And the haze of mornin' wine,
As the swollen evening sun,
Turns to a mourning shroud.
And the purple grains of sand,
Whisper through my hourglass hands,
Convincing me I've little time for sleeping.
And the sullen light of morning time,
Will come again, return my pain,
Take away my only escape.
Keeper, take me for a ride,
The evening's daylight stands outside,
Upon two-legged thoughts
Of candles burning.
As the stardust in my eyes,
Turns to earth dust - halts my cry,
And life's a masochistic dream of learning.
Then the sullen light of morning time,
Will come again, return my pain,
Take away my only escape.
Lock the canons of my mind,
And sleep on forever, lie.
As reality draws near to me,
I run screaming.
And the purple grains of man,
Whisper through my hourglass hands,
Convincing me to spend my time in dreaming.
And the sullen light of morning time,
Will come again, return my pain,
Take away my only escape.
