So you've been lying in bed
Stoned for weeks, out of time
While the seasons they spin from rain to ice
And back to spring
So tangled up in layers
There's no way out
You watch 'em through your tainted glass
Oh you're so far off
Some say he's lost the plot
Some say smoking too much pot
Some say get him out of there
Before it's too late for the fun
The party ain't over yet
Covered in bruises in and out
Your body aches
Staring at the ringing phone
No you can't pick up
Can't stand the face you now reflect
You can see right through
Blood shot eyes and paper skin
That none shall hide
Some say he's lost the plot
Some say smoking too much pot
Some say get him out of there
Before it's too late for the fun
But the party ain't over yet
