Throw it down the well
Your empty little thoughts
Go out to the sea
Connecting all your dots
Gasping for some air
Tied up by my soul
You can't say this is fair
The glass is not half full
I close my eyes and see
A jester from my dreams
She dances and she twirls
Then gestures out to me
Beckons me to move
My hips begin to swing
She can't say this is fair
It's not a simple thing