A man with eyes and legs all long, only has success on his face.
A life like a pocket and a tickle with a time, leaving him for every trace.
The love of the mind is there when it goes off, meaning in the dreams of paradise.
But I cannot find what's on the outside of the top, searching for the meaning of life.
Searching for the meaning of life.
A man with his heart and his head set strong,
predicting in the direction of his fate.
Torn between emotions and keeping on my way, destroying what he creates.
The love of the mind is there when it goes off, meaning in the dreams of paradise.
But I cannot find what's on the outside of the top, searching for the meaning of life.
Searching for the meaning of life.
A man with his eyes and his legs all long, only has success on his face.
A life like a pocket and a tickle with a time, retreating without any trace.
The love of the mind.
The love of the mind.
The love of the mind.
The way of the mind.
The way of the mind.
The way of the mind.
The way of the mind.
The way of the mind.
The way of the mind.


The way of the mind.
The way of the mind.


The way of the mind.
The way of the mind.
We're living in sarcasm that's pushed by the faith.
We're dead in the world.
Lots and lots of knowledge is where it's from
But what does it mean to me now?
Doesn't mean a thing to me now
Doesn't mean a thing to me now
Doesn't mean a thing to me now
It doesn't mean a thing to me now
© transcript Emily Beynon