ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

Dear life


My mind is lost I’d have dined with the times
In a private little madhouse with no exit signs
I’d lie in the room, hold my thoughts
But nothing makes sense
I’m dazzled by this emptiness
The silence so intense

Nothing but myself and what I think and what I fear
Nobody will ever know, or hear
Hanging on for dear life
A shower of roses tears to shreds
Hanging on for dear life
This privacy’s enough to drive me mad

The reason for it in me, is my only hope
Time is such reality, like a tale that is told

Nothing but myself and what I think and what I fear
Nobody shall ever know, or hear
Hanging on for dear life
A shower of roses tears to shreds
Hanging on for dear life
This privacy’s enough to drive me mad

Mad, mad, mad

Dear life
Dear life
Dear life
Dear life
(hang on hang on)
Dear life
(hang on hang on)
Dear life
(hang on hang on)
Dear life
(hang on hang on)
Dear life
(hang on hang on)
Dear life
(hang on hang on)
Dear life
(hang on hang on)
Dear life
(hang on hang on)
Dear life
(hang on)