i used to have a window and a golden life by day i d see you in it was a mirror at night all dedicated to the white we ve been out all well there it is again that rusted night hiding in your just out of sight so hard to hold you in there what can i do no it doesn t get easier the longer you go it only gets old but i know i know you can make your mind up you can make your mind up and all day goes spinning in place and it always ends the same well i wonder when it was that we both lost our heads were we lying in the night in our daytime bed under water eyes closed well what wouldn t you know you can make your mind up you can make your mind up and all day goes spinning in place and it always ends the same and no it doesn t get easier the longer you go it only gets old but i know i know you can make your mind up you can make your mind up and all day goes spinning in place and it always ends the same