The Brain Station
There is this tiny couple, that is dating in my mouth
he used tell her dreams, but now its nightmares all the time
then after dinner, they play tennis, they play tennis on my tongue
He thinks he lets her win, but there's no winner when they're done.
He's working at the brain station, with signals all day long
trying to direct the good thoughts out into the blood
but lately there's been nothing but anxiety and fear
the filter has been broken, in desperate need of some repair
Here comes the wave of fear, and it is washing over me
a single word and i'm right back into a prison, impossible to see
where friendly eyes turn into cameras, ohh there all out to get me,
for you a breakup, but for me it was a breakdown baby
She has a tiny gallery in the chambers of the hart
Painting beautiful pictures with the blood, she calls it art
But lately all her pencils are becoming sharp as knives
The canvas may get some rifts but it getting thicker every time.
Here comes the wave of fear, and it is washing over me
a single word and i'm right back into a prison, impossible to see
where friendly eyes turn into cameras, ohh there all out to get me,
for you a breakup, but for me it was a breakdown baby
Writer/s: Oskar Nordbø
