Gluehead

This is Thursday morning 
Bright light in my room 
This is Thursday morning 
Silly sun too soon 
I feel dull an hollow 
Like an empty tin 
Nothing I can follow 
Nowhere I could spin 

Mirrors in the toilet show my face 
On this very morning desperate case 

I'm walking to the window 
Look down to the street 
hundred thousand people 
Following their feet 
Moving in a big machine 
Trying to protect their dreamn 

Who can tell me what's the meaning 
Who can help me drop the ceiling 

Wall to wall I'm walking 
Take a bottle off the shelf 
To the floor I'm talking 
To the floor and to myself 
Watch it, what's this day 
Two thousand days to stay 

Oh oh oh I lost my meaning 
Much to much too bad a feeling 

Much much much too much to feel it 

My head feels full of glue 
Still by the window, touch my face 
Touch my eyes, start to race 

Oh oh I mean the meaning 
Much to much too bad a feeling 
Much too much, alright 
Much too much, oh oh 
Much too much, o-oh o-oh 
Much too much 
Much too much much much much much 
Much too much 
Much too much 
Much too much 
Much too much...