Kevin Moore Hay Day. May Day. Help.
come in take your shoes off lock the door
i just can't ignore you anymore
you look at me so strange somethings gonna change
heavy is empty you'll find out
it's a wonderful story
staring thru a wall that caught my eye
i was in the house i thought i'd just say hi
but the lamp seemed so distrught
and i lost my train of thought
everything watches you'll find out
it's a wonderful story
come on won't you hear my story
if you listen i will stay
normal words are getting boring
i am not sane i am not sane
when they come back i'll be gone
and i'll bring my machine along
i'll be floating on a cloud
whispering warnings to my freinds
and they'll all know i was right
when they see the state i'm in
and i'll never go back again
i can never go back there again
come on won't you hear my story
if you listen i will stay
normal words are getting boring
i am not sane i am not sane
come on won't you hear my story
if you listen i will stay
normal words are getting boring
i am not sane i am not sane