Once again
I'm caught between the paper and the pen
Tangled in the vines of lines I've spent
All this time trying to understand
My left hand
My left hand
My right mind stems
From my left hand
I'm undone
My hand's the one who holds the smoking gun
And when it shot down the sound of the sun
I knew that the fun had just begun in
My left hand
My left hand
My right mind stems
From my left hand
Go!
My left hand
My left hand
My right mind stems
From my left hand