Strangelove The Return Of The Real Me
I think I can remember of a picture in my eyes Something of dreams that was taken away I'm trying to remember through my clouded dull and restless mind The thoughts they try and stop me now From finding a way Like thorns in my way It's something of dreams that was taken away The return of the real me I feel I am recalling to a long-forgotten time I'm making out a clearing in my only once but useless mind Somewhere I had that was taken away The return of the real me Oh, the return Of this frightened child Who could see through their lives Who could see what he liked Just what he liked Oh please say you'll never leave here Now I've found me after so long Time for one to take things over I can sleep now this is over Praise the return of the real me Praise the return of the real me
