Laura Imbruglia Follow

Covered in talcum powder, I woke alone
The sound was getting louder, a heavy drone
I tried to remember all I'd been taught
But in the heat of December I lost the plot

All I knew was never there

Teach me it all again
This time I've got a bottle
I'll jam the lessons in there
I'm a calm axolotl

Doc, I've got a terrible disease
I cannot speak, my mouth is filled with feet

Don't send me out to bat
I'll just sit on the bench and
Try and justify why
Walking fish get a mention

Doc, I've got a terrible disease
I cannot hear the music in my ears

It's so difficult to explain
I'm talking to a wall
If I had a skull made out of cellophane
Would that redeem me at all?

Coming to the conclusion I might need prescriptions
To control my internal, internal conniptions

Doc, I've got a terrible disease
I cannot see the forest for the trees
Doc, I've got a terrible disease
I cannot hear the music in my ears