Vertigo In Bed

No warm rooms
No swollen thumbs
No lullaby
Because the melody’s gone
Out the window
On the wind
All dressed up for another dream
But it’s not as it seems
Because the unconscious is mean
With its hands on
The small of your back
Vertigo in bed
Falling down through the head space
And it’s vertigo in bed
Tumbling out through the in-door
Vertigo in bed
Pushed over by the things you can’t believe
Sigmund freud is unemployed
Just a naughty boy
Here he comes again
With another friend
We’ve all got the bends
Here he comes again
With his hands on
The small of your back
Vertigo in bed
Falling down through the head space
And it’s vertigo in bed
Pushed over by the things you can’t believe
Vertigo in bed
Falling down through the head space
And it’s vertigo in bed
Tumbling out through the in-door
Vertigo in bed
Pushed over by the things you can’t believe