The mind has so many pictures Why can't I sleep with my eyes open? The mind has so many memories Can you remember what it looks like when I cry? I'm trying, trying to tell you All that I can in a sweet and velvet tongue But no words ever could sell you Sell you on me after all that I have done.
I'm very fit on tour. I try to eat well, try to sleep. But it's still rock n' roll.
I'm hyper light-sensitive and must sleep in the equivalent of a sealed tomb.
