Jumbled thoughts, messy feelings,
Anxiety touching the ceilings;
There’s a black mass inside my head,
There’s a pain which has bled;
I’ve lied in my own blood,
I’ve cried myself a flood;
I’ve been searching for this thing everywhere,
Oh, baby if I found it, I’d be a millionaire;
And it’s a thing really rare –
They call it Peace!

Times sweet, times bitter,
I’ve sprinkled the pain with glitter;
There’s a purple love inside my heart,
There’s a holding on that doesn’t depart;
I’ve tried to uproot its clutch,
I’ve tried to shed its touch;
I’ve been searching for this thing everywhere,