| Lyrics: | I'm in command,
I'm in control,
I am the captain of my soul.
Still, I'm uncertain in
one major role...
oh, I drift through the unconscious life,
shift through the unconscious
life,
lift up my unconscious eyes:
beyond all normal pain and pleasure
we should
treasure the unconscious life.
We've got our reasons for most things we do,
we could
surely rationalise them through.
A false ring of confidence
would characterise us true
-
oh, we're deep in the unconscious life
asleep in the unconscious life,
peeping
through unconscious eyes.
Beyond all normal pain and pleasure
we should
treasure,
treasure the unconscious,
treasure the unconscious life.
Something
makes me nervous,
something makes me twitch,
something makes me scratch that Pavlovian
itch,
(Wonder what that is now...?)
Someone that I barely know must unpick the
stitch
to unravel the unconscious life,
travel the unconscious life,
gather the
unconscious eye...
far from shedding light on any motive
the candle is votive when it
burns at both ends.
I'm not in command,
I'm out of control,
I am the Ship's Boy
of my soul....
Oh, we drift through the unconscious life,
shift through the
unconscious life,
live through the unconscious life |
