Lightheaded

Fuel for the workings of my troubled mind
Thumbing "The Year in Pictures."
Don't recognize the times that it says are mine

Who were you then, who are you to become?
A drink ring distorts the pages
Helping the heads to swell and the colours to run

And I feel so lightheaded
I hooked my cart to a dying star

Fuel for the workings of my troubled mind
Thumbing "The Year in Pictures."
Don't recognize the times that it says are mine

And I feel so lightheaded
I hooked my cart to a dying star
High gloss on a magazine

Compatibility quiz goes alright
A classy perfume insert ad breaks free
And smothers me with life

And I feel so lightheaded
I feel so lightheaded
I feel so lightheaded
I hooked my cart to a dying star
High gloss on a magazine
High gloss on a magazine
High gloss on a magazine