歌词
A person who thinks all the time
Has nothing to think about except thoughts
By thoughts I mean specifically
Chatter in the scalp
Perpetual and compulsive repetition of words
He loses touch with reality
And lives in a world of illusions
Of reckoning and calculating
I'm not saying that thinking is bad
Like everything else it's useful in moderation
We're so tied up in our minds that we've lost our senses
Time to wake up