Testo Post Mania - Yellow House

Post Mania

Strung out those manias
I have run out of names to call, alone
The world keeps humming over my head
Leaving me at the feet
Of defined signs, let me in
I need some help
Well, no can’t you tell, tell
I know my head gets mixed up beneath the concoctions of
Love and concern
But I come with my head in my hands
It’s too much to feel on my own
Need a God
Need a light
Just sit back and take it as it comes
Day after day it overwrites
All that you have planned for your life
A passenger caught in a vice
Crying halleluiah
Stranded in a hotel room
No lifelines left to use
No bottles left to confide in
No personas left to choose
you
I’ve played them all, all
From the rise to the fall, fall
I know my heart gets backed up
In need doses of will and desire
But I come with my head in my hands
It’s too much to feel on my own
Need a God
Need a light