I've been turned on   In that little room   And I am all caved in now like a cat   I've woken up   'Cause you've spoken up   I'm catatonic but ready to roll   Drift sense of time   Turning round on a dime   Crossed the thin line   As I'm waving goodbye      You saved my life   Now once or twice   And I'm not willing to let it go   Mountains of your head   Come back in dreams   And I'm thinking true pencil thoughts   Hell hath no fury   I'm restless but weak   What's on your mind   If it's on your tongue you should speak   Speak   It's true      She was spinning and   She was hinting at   And sweeping dust in and out of rooms   What could I do?   I'm asking you   I made myself invisible to her   Hell hath no fury   I'm restless but weak   What's on your mind   If it's on your tongue you should speak   Speak   It's true