Confused about the day or week or year, a distant look on your face As you walk about the town You notice that the lights have changed, you cross, happy children all around In the bracing winter sun You pick your mind up from the ground You see queues of people but they don't make a sound Honestly, the best part of the day is going to sleep Your heart and mind can wander where they want Scared of all the darkness seeping in from on the streets Your heart and mind can hide out in a song Oh oh Honesty aside, they're probably right, it's just something internalised That'll pass you by in time Processing external stimuli is like a constant fight or flight Softening to background noise You pick your mind up from the floor You see shapes and colours returning from before Honestly, the best part of the day is going to sleep Your heart and mind can wander where they want Scared of all the darkness seeping in from on the streets Your heart and mind can hide out in a song No, no Honestly, the best part of the day is going to sleep Your heart and mind can wonder where they want Scared of all the darkness seeping in from on the streets Your heart and mind can hide out in a song