Lay down.. Rest your weary head,
leave their world outside, build you own instead.
Sit down.. Rest your weary mind,
I'll tell you a tale, real as you will find.
They made me a star, put my name in lights
until I told them I didn't think their methods were right.
They called me crazy. They put me away..
They were afraid of the things I might say.
I fell silent, almost believed their lies,
but in time I saw their world of lights.
Their passion play was sadder than
any fantasy they'd ever made me play.
I know, you think you had the life.
They love you when you do what they like.
They need you to put your skill on show
'til you ask the chance to take a dance to a rhythm of your own.
They'll laugh at you, tell you "You are wrong!".
Just to defend their own lifeless songs.
Faces that love you will turn you away,
but if you look inside your endless mind,
in hope and time I'm sure you'll find a vision..
waiting to be born..
* Lay down.. Rest your weary head,
leave their world outside, build you own (instead..)