Synapse (Philip Steir/My Ghost In The Bush Of Life Mix / Remastered)

I don't mind this

Barefoot again

Just a skin full

What we choose to forget

Thinking you know

Thinking you see all sides

Casting a stone from your hand

Yeah, right

Hell is where the heart is

Synapse again

Nothing more I can do

I haven't done again

Only wanted nothing wrong

Taking a cue from seven days

I bet you never listen

Burning holes in all your clothes

Razor blade suitcase

All the tricks of the trade

Favorite ways you can lose

Favorite ways you can hate

Hell is where the heart is

Synapse again

Nothing more I can do

I haven't done again

I haven't done again

Only wanted nothing wrong

Taking a cue for better days

I bet you never glisten

Burning holes in all your clothes

Burning holes in all your clothes

Beware of the thoughts in your mind

You stimulate it and reprogram your mind

Your presence of mind becomes a presence in mind

Hell is where the heart is

Synapse again

Nothing more I can do

I haven't done again

Hell is where the heart is

Where the heart is

"He made out this building, what you?

I must have been dreaming", he thought as he went to sleep