Paralysis by analysis

I’ve got my feet on the ground
Head in the clouds
I’ve got a grip on these strings so tight they buckle and swell
I’ll dig my own grave trust me it’s better that way
I know the work it’ll take
To carve the hole where I’ll lay

This is the noise that I make
To get me out of this place
My blood is pumping double-time
My heart can barely keep shape

It’s more than I can take More than I like to let on
The demons and thoughts in my brain
The battle and what will remain
Nothing I can’t change It’s all in my brain
Nothing I can’t change

I’ve got my feet on the ground
Head in the clouds I’ve got a grip on these strings
So tight they buckle and swell
I’ll dig my own grave
Trust me it’s better that wayI know the work it’ll take
To carve the hole where I’ll lay

This is the noise that I make to get me out of this place
My blood is pumping double-time
My heart can barely keep shape

Is this what I want?
Is this what I need? To get me through
Is this what I want?
Is this what I need? To get me through

She says “Darling, please
Just flip a coin.”

I’ve got my feet on the ground
Head in the clouds I’ve got a grip on these strings
So tight they buckle and swell
I’ll dig my own grave
Trust me it’s better that wayI know the work it’ll take
To carve the hole where I’ll lay

This is the noise that I make to get me out of this place
My blood is pumping double-time
My heart can barely keep shape