MARINA - Troubled Mind lyrics
[MARINA - Troubled Mind lyrics]
Off she trots to the psychiatric hospit-
All she's got is the memory of a
Girl that used to laugh a lot
Now she's very angry cause they
Say she's lost the plot
And she's laughing in the mirror
At her paper dress
Cause she has a troubled mind
A troubled mind
Rosie Black
She walked up in here wired up on crack
It's for the kids who have low self esteem
They've got no concept of reality
Living their lives inside a fantasy
Cuz they have troubled minds, troubled minds
Wipe the white golden dust
Into these broken hands
Must depend on a friend that will understand
Like the glitter making love to the gleam
Just remember things aren't always
What they seem
Peter Pan could not admit he had become a man
He smashed the mirror into a million bit's
Now all he seems to do is stare and sit
Painting pictures of a life
That he'll never find
Inside his troubled mind, troubled minds
There's a sweet little guy called Mars
Each night he cries
This ain't the place I'm meant to be
He hides his dreams deep within a wooden box
He hides his secrets deep
Within his woolen socks
Life will pass him by
Inside his troubled mind, troubled minds
Wipe the white golden dust
Into these broken hands
Must depend on a friend that will understand
Like the glitter making love to the gleam
Just remember things aren't always
What they seem
We can kill for the dust we
Need to fill these hands
Can't depend on a friend that will understand
Hate the glitter, we have murdered the dream
Just remember things are always
What they seem
All she's got is the memory of a
Girl that used to laugh a lot
Now she's very angry cause they
Say she's lost the plot
And she's laughing in the mirror
At her paper dress
Cause she has a troubled mind
A troubled mind
Rosie Black
She walked up in here wired up on crack
It's for the kids who have low self esteem
They've got no concept of reality
Living their lives inside a fantasy
Cuz they have troubled minds, troubled minds
Wipe the white golden dust
Into these broken hands
Must depend on a friend that will understand
Like the glitter making love to the gleam
Just remember things aren't always
What they seem
Peter Pan could not admit he had become a man
He smashed the mirror into a million bit's
Now all he seems to do is stare and sit
Painting pictures of a life
That he'll never find
Inside his troubled mind, troubled minds
There's a sweet little guy called Mars
Each night he cries
This ain't the place I'm meant to be
He hides his dreams deep within a wooden box
He hides his secrets deep
Within his woolen socks
Life will pass him by
Inside his troubled mind, troubled minds
Wipe the white golden dust
Into these broken hands
Must depend on a friend that will understand
Like the glitter making love to the gleam
Just remember things aren't always
What they seem
We can kill for the dust we
Need to fill these hands
Can't depend on a friend that will understand
Hate the glitter, we have murdered the dream
Just remember things are always
What they seem