Lyrics
People can croon to let their feelings
Dance in a vacuum of heartache and healing
Others get lost in tones of emotions
Musical notes that I couldn't open
Finally passion has a place of it's own
Running in quips with little bits of melody
Finding insanity's fantasy zone
Son of a niche, this is my specialty
Wasn't my fate to be a composer
Couldn't create a moment of closure
Came to behold my own salvation
Deep in a soul of imagination
Finally passion has a place of it's own
Running in quips with little bits of melody
Finding insanity's fantasy zone
Son of a niche, this is my specialty
People are fighters, people are lovers
I'm not committed to one or another
People are movers, shakers and takers
Something behooves me 'bout their behavior
Son of a niche
Every puzzle's got a piece that wants to fit
Son of a niche
It ain't easy when you're livin' with an itch
Finally passion has a place of it's own
Running in quips with little bits of melody
Finding insanity's fantasy zone
Son of a niche, this is my specialty
Destiny seems to be that of a dreamer
Music-less minstrel, a fantasy schemer
Something can itch when a tune really grips me
Son of a niche, the music is in me
Son of a niche