Fishbowl

I think I'm spinning out

I think I'm caving in

I keep on hoping for something that's real

I'm holding, holding on to myself

A little bit of this, a little bit of that

Yeah, I'm a Mickey man, I'm mistaken for a rat

But I'm no longer around

And like a little boy headed for a trap

I shake my shoulders off looking at a map

But I'm no longer around

I think I'm spinning out

I think I'm caving in

I think I'm hoping for something that's real

I'm holding on, holding on to myself

Yeah, I think I'm going down

I think I'm coming out

I keep on hoping for something that's real

I'm holding on, holding on to myself

And I'm holding on, holding on might as well

A little bit of this, a little bit of that (uhum)

Yeah, I'm a Mickey man, I'm seeking for a ride

But I'm no longer around

And I'm no longer around

Yeah, I think I'm spinning out

I think I'm caving in, yeah

I keep on hoping for something that's real

I'm holding on, holding on to myself

Yeah, I think I'm going down

I think I'm coming down

I keep on hoping for something that's real

I'm holding on, holding on to myself

I'm holding on, holding on might as well

I'm holding on, holding on

What the hеll!