United States of Mind Songtext

von Alan Hull

The raindrops feel like liquid diamonds, falling from a cloud
Who has a silver lining made by passing time
And I've not just had a smoke, I've not been struck by lightning stroke
I'll let it thunder, let it whistle
Let it blow like hell, I'm not really caring
And my state of mind needs no repairing.

Yesterday was painted grey and I've found out no reliable way
Of knowing what tomorrow's colours might say
While heads around me turn and twist at situations that don't exist
I'll let it thunder, let it whistle
Let it blow like hell, I'm not really minding
And my state of mind needs no defining.

I'm wandering through a fairy story, lost in love and seeking glory
Listening to the music, children smile
While others with more complex claims, protect themselves against the rain
I'll let it thunder, let it whistle
Let it blow like hell, I'm not really bothered
And my state of mind has finally been discovered.

I'll let it thunder, let it whistle
Let it blow like hell, I'm not really bothered
And my state of mind has finally been discovered.