Blind Mr. Jones

[yes] And I'm talking in my sleep A testament for you to keep Feel the earth beneath me spin Well sit back girl and watch this game begin I don't like cars anymore, anymore I don't like cars anymore, anymore And I'm in my fathers car Face pushed up a

Mixed-up little girl in her Disneyworld, Happy in her time. I can feel her now, Coming through somehow, Messing up my mind. I start to understand, but stop before I can. Turn it upside-down. Turn it inside-out, Try to shut it out. Stop me spinning ro

Oh it's another weight on the soul, The woman in her skin thirteen And future glitters gone. And I can't see a pattern at all, Your nightclub shoes and broadsheet blues And posters on the wall Hey. Oh you can't have my soul on a rope, It's a Star War

Forcing everyone to act the way you want. Forgetting everything, all the things you've learnt. You don't listen anymore to anything I say. And all that's gone before means nothing anyway. It's coming nearer, becoming clearer. Standing in this empty h