Internal rhyme sage and thyme  Forces keep in perfect time  Sitting without thinking much  Thoughts that no one should touch    And I see myself inside with music in my ears  The loud guitars and passing cars causing pointless fears    Sitting in a restaurant  I really don't know what I want  Foam is coming out my nose  Now it's looking really gross    And I see myself inside with music in my ears  The loud guitars and passing cars causing pointless fears