Other Places - The Blank Tapes

You always dress in flowers

And daisy chain for hours

So get your chair low and smoke at the wall

You’re like a mad, mad hatter

With all your crazy patterns

I just don’t know what to make of it all

What to make of it all

As I feel myself fall

I will listen half the time

You start talking, I don’t mind

Then I float away into

Other places far from you

You make up little stories

And have all kinds of worries

I feel your blood pressure starting to rise

You think you are so clever

Whenever we’re together

To many lows and not enough highs

No not enough highs

As I roll back my eyes

I will listen half the time

You start talking, I don’t mind

Then I float away into

Other places far from you