Mica

First she says
Why mince modes?
If you feel like a patient why not dress like one?
Then she says
Why can’t I sleep?
Between icy wet white sheets for three days
And sink down deeper than dreams
Oh, I’d love that
I’d be a mineral deposit
A ball of mica inside a rock
I’d be a mineral deposit
A ball of mica inside a rock
Hey
Then there’d be no whistles, no radios
No screams
Then there’d be no whistles, no radios
No screams
(Repeat 1st and 2nd verses)
What could I say to that?
(What could I say to that?)