Your Mind Is A Picture
Your mind is a picture and it's too hard to frame
No borders, no waters, it's a colourful mosaic
It's painted with the rage, oh, it's painted with heartache
It's painted with the flowers, yes, it's painted with the rain
It's got the shadow from the sunshine, the rivers we once defined
It's got the lights of the city, our amusement, park, turn right
Your mind is a picture and it's too hard to frame
With no borders, no waters, it's a colourful mosaic
It's painted with the rage, oh, it's painted with heartache
It's painted with the flowers, yes, it's painted with the rain
It's got the shadow from the sunshine, the rivers we once defined
It's got the lights of the city, our amusement, park, turn right
Your mind has some stories
Some are trippy, some are boring
Some are crazy, yes, they're hazy, give thanks
For the day you gave me, you're the rhythm and the flow
Keeps coming back for more, keeps coming back for more
This mind, mind where the rhythm keeps flowing
Green grass always growing and each to their own
Yes, this mind, mind where the rhythm keeps flowing
Green grass always growing and these rhythms keep showing that
This mind, mind where the rhythm keeps flowing
Green grass always growing and each to their own
Yes, this mind, mind where the rhythm keeps flowing
Green grass always growing and these visions keep showing that
The rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm keeps flowing
The rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm keeps flowing
The rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm keeps flowing
The rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm
Rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm keeps flowing
The rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm
Rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm keeps flowing
The rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm keeps flowing