Gluehead

This is Thursday morning, bright light in my room
This is Thursday morning, silly sun too soon
Feeling dull and hollow, like an empty tin
Nothing I can follow, nowhere I could spin

Mirrors in the toilet show my face
On this very morning desperate case

I’m walking to the window
Look down to the street
A hundred thousand people following their feet
Moving in a big machine
Trying to protect their dream

Who can tell me what’s the meaning
Who can help me drop the ceiling

Wall to wall I’m walking, take a bottle off the shelf
To the floor I’m talking, to the floor and to myself
Watch it, what’s this day, two thousand days to stay

Oh I lost my meaning
Much to much too bad a feeling
Much much much too much to feel it
My head feels full of glue
Still by the window, touch my face
Touch my eyes, start to race

Oh oh that meaning
Much to much too bad a feeling
Much too much, alright