This place a fu&king mess
But I know where everything
is
And I have tasted order and sense
But I never knew what they meant
And
these are polished excuses
The problem with that is
The truth is I need to
clean up inside
So I can have somewhere to hide
And if each room is a shade
of my life
The living room is as blue as the night
I wish there was nothing
more
Beyond my living room door
Cos I have comfort and I am free
And I have
Lennon and the Lady
To watch over me
But these are polished excuses
The
problem with that is
The truth is I need to clean up inside
So I can have
somewhere to hide
And if each room is a shade of my life
The living room is
as blue as the night