Brilliant Mind - Furniture

I’m at the stage

Where everything I thought meant something, seems so unappealing

I’m ready for the real thing, but nobody’s selling, no

Except you, and you’re saying

«Open up your eyes and ears, and let me in»

You must be out of your brilliant mind

You must be out of your brilliant mind

You’re at the stage

You want your empty words heard and everybody’s ready

I want to know your secrets, but you’re not telling

You’re just gesturing, saying

«Open up your arms and hearts, and let me in»

You must be out of your brilliant mind

You must be out of your brilliant mind

And I’m at the stage

Where I want my words heard, and no one wants to listen

No one wants to listen 'cause everybody’s yelling

About you, and yours, and how I’d have the answer

If I’d only open up, up, up, and let you in