Fly-

ing

through

a

dark

pris-

ma-

tic

tun-

nel

on

a

ca-

rou-

sel,

The

earth

is

tur-

ning

and

you

know

it

ve-

ry

well.

Your

mind

is

ree-

ling

like

ten

he-

li-

cop-

ters

whee-

ling

And

you're

gon-

na

hit

the

cei-

ling

like

a

mal-

let

on

a

bell.

Hey,

blen-

der-

head,

they're

star-

ting

to

ask

ques-

tions,

Your

trans-

gres-

sion's

a

dan-

ger

flash-

ing

sign.

Chal-

lenge

con-

ven-

tions

and

ra-

di-

ate

your

splen-

dor

And

feel

those

fly-

wheels

churn

your

blen-

der-

head,

yeah.

Tall-

y

up

the

glea-

ming

ten-

der

ven-

tured

on

a

wish-

ing

well,

Each

shi-

ning

trin-

ket

has

a

sto-

ry

it

can

tell.

Your

mo-

ments

pi-

ning

like

those

tales

all

in-

ter-

twi-

ning

Can

be-

come

the

rus-

ted

li-

ning

of

a

deep

ne-

glec-

ted

shell.

Hey,

blen-

der-

head,

they're

star-

ting

to

ask

ques-

tions,

Your

trans-

gres-

sion's

a

dan-

ger

flash-

ing

sign.

Chal-

lenge

con-

ven-

tions

and

ra-

di-

ate

your

splen-

dor

And

feel

those

fly-

wheels

churn

your

blen-

der-

head,

yeah.