Never a heaven an age old question   Written from a cold place   I gotta feel sour, I need a shower   Or just a slap in the face      Circumstance has left romance   And a puzzle in front of me   Who knows the ending   If the truth need bending   A lie is the tool that you'll need      So, I'm under a mountain   Stuck to this mattress   Perfume and Valium      What makes a Sunday different from Monday   Could be a look in her eyes   In need of flattery she changes batteries   So that her light will still shine      The words she utters, either flow or they stutters   They're either silly or wise   Anger with concern but never to yearn   Only to be by your side      So, I'm under a mountain   Stuck to this mattress   Perfume and Valium yeah      Lay down with number 13   It's a cold gray shame   Lay down with number 13   It's a cold gray shame      So, I'm under a mountain   Stuck to this mattress   Perfume and Valium   Oh what a lovely contraction      So, I'm under a mountain   Stuck to this mattress   Perfume and Valium oh