Every Morning I Put It On

I Walk Out Side And I Am Gone

And I Don't Seem To Mind Anymore

I Can't Think What It Was Like Before

I Wore It All The Time



In The Evening I Take It Off

But There's Another One Underneath

And I Can't Seem To Find The Bottom Of The Sack

I Might Just Lose My Mind And Never Get It Back

But At Least I'll Get Inside

At Least I'll Get Inside



There's A Feeling That I Get Sometimes

It's So Small But It's Easy To Hide

It Like A Howling Voice From A Distant Past

It Seems I've Got No Choice When It Comes To This

It's Building Up Inside



It's Building Up Inside