I've been the architect of my own torpor Been the victim of a restless heart I'm not a bitter man, but I can feel the cold descending tremors start But I've got a will to powerful persuasion Scrawling "Basta" 'til the spray can bleeds A manifesto, like so many things, is the collective conscious plea Of a deep, unconscious need for Euphoria I see a tragi-comic tale unfolding See your bitter-sweet mythology A living body of casual tenderness and possibilities But a hangin' judge presides, abides, inside you You're a failure in your own green eyes So I'm gonna cover myself in mirrors And show you how you look in mine If the reflection helps you find your Euphoria It's a thin, shimmering ghost Neglected by those determined morose It's not where you would suppose It's under your nose euphoria