Mix-up, stop, start
Wait a minute
Shut down

Losing the plot
Losing the plot
Losing the plot
�Til there’s nothing to see but the ground

Head inside a rut
It’s like my mind is shut
I hope I cope this time

Drink and drugs will only amplify
I’ve still got the music so let’s give it a try

Sounds that can soothe you
Sounds that can move you and improve you child

Caprice

Help me see this pain
Doesn’t matter
I’m fine

No one gets me, I don’t get me
No one gets me, I don’t get me
I just need a little time

Head inside a rut
The mental link is cut
I’m holding on for life

No one knows what to say
Guess they wouldn’t make a difference anyway

Friends they can use you
Friends they can use you and abuse you child

But never be denied
Like circles in the sky
Heaven ain’t rolling, rolling, rolling

Caprice