it only anaesthetizes it for a while it s like an ordinary day they can be unkind one in a million just like the rest of us knuckles are white from carrying their dream around you can take me to your healer take me to your shrine it won t change my mind you can take me to your dealer letting through your pine still won t change my mind weak at the knees when thoughts bore in running wild feels like we ought to be curved round like eggs and then we can run and hide where everythings right and will it forever more oh that place is gone and i can t find my way back home you can take me to your healer take me to you shrine it won t change my mind you can take me to your dealer let em choke your pride still won t change my mind you can take me to your healer and take me to you shrine and it won t change my mind well i m not a believer and don t have faith in brides and you can t change my mind