out of my mind

bir james blunt parcasi.

judging by the look on the organ-grinder,
he’ll judge me by the fact that my face don’t fit.
it’s touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder.
he’s waiting for the day when he gets me,
but i don’t need no alibi - i’m a puppet on a string.
i just need this stage to be seen.
we all need a pantomime to remind us what is real.
hold my eye and know what it means.

i’m out of my mind.

judging by the look on the organ-grinder,
he’ll judge me by the fact that my face don’t fit.
it’s touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder.
he’s waiting for the day when he gets me,
but i won’t be your concubine - i’m a puppet not a whore.
i just need this stage to be seen.
won’t you be a friend of mine to remind me what is real?
hold my heart and see that it bleeds.

i’m out of my mind.