Losing Your Mind

What a comfort to find out you're losing your mind When you re-realize that it's not the first time You burnt the beyond when you learned how to fly Just to learn later on that there isn't a sky There aren't any clouds and there aren't any trees There aren't any birds and there's no cinder caught in my eye 'till I've tied a tired knot and tried to untie it Just can't decide if I should lie or tell the truth and try to hide it 'till I've tied a tired knot and tried to untie it Just can't decide if I should lie or tell the truth and try to hide it