Texty: Wishbone Ash. Bona Fide. Ancient Remedy.

If I seem a bit crazy
It?s because these thoughts they crowd my mind.
Gets a little bit hazy;
these events distort my sense of time.
My heart?s like a cave where the sun, the sun refuse to shine.

Well, it?s bleeding me dry;
it?s a little like an ancient remedy.
Nowhere left to hide,
leeching all my energy.
My thoughts turn to death when I?m in your company.

It used to be that our planets were so perfectly aligned,
In our time.
If you could see that, now it?s harder to bring back
All your dreams and all you?ve left way behind.

There?s been a subtle shift
in the population?s hearts and minds.
Is there something I missed?
Something kinda hard to define.
Now we search for evidence
of the stranger in our midst.

It used to be that our planets were so perfectly aligned,
in our time