I’ve got the key to my head in my lungs
Tongue keeps rolling around in my mouth
Out I walk through the park in the light
Darkness circles around on the grass
That’s how everything seems
When you dream of sweet wonderful things
And the smells

Should I sell?
(Don’t sell it, no don’t sell it)
My mind’s a spigot and I'm starting to dig it

I’ve got buckets of time in my hands
Am I spilling them right, I don’t know
It’s too early to tell, should I sell?
Or save some for myself, well
You know I don’t need money for much
Should I sell?

(Don’t sell it, no don’t sell it)
My mind’s a spigot and I'm starting to dig it

I’ve got buckets of time in my hands
Am I spilling them right, I don’t know
It’s too early to tell, should I sell?
Or save life for myself, well

I just don’t know
Can't you show
Me where to go