A Sentence of Sorts In Kongsvinger

I spent the winter on the verge of a total breakdown while living in Norway

I felt the darkness of the black metal bands

But being such a faun of a man I didn't burn down any old churches

Just slept way too much, just slept



My mind rejects the frequency, it's static craziness to me,

is it a solar fever?

The TV man is too loud, our plane is sleeping on a cloud

You turn the dial, I'll try and smile

We've eaten plastic weather, this family sticks together

We will escape from the south to the west side

My mind rejects the frequency, it's just verbosity to me



I spent the winter with my nose buried in a book while trying

to restructure my character

'Cause it had become vile to its creator

And through many dreadful I nights I lay praying to a saint

that nobody has heard of

And waiting for some high times to come again



My mind rejects the frequency, it's static craziness to me,

is it a solar fever?

The TV man is too loud, our plane is sleeping on a cloud

You turn the dial, I'll try and smile

We've eaten plastic weather, this family sticks together

We will escape from the south to the west side

My mind rejects the frequency, it's just verbosity to me



Dirty old shadow stay away don't play your games with me

I am older now I see the way you operate

If you don't hurt me then you die



My mind rejects the frequency, it's static craziness to me,

is it a solar fever?

The TV man is too loud, our plane is sleeping on a cloud

You turn the dial, I'll try and smile

We've eaten plastic weather, this family sticks together

We will escape from the south to the west side

My mind rejects the frequency, it's just verbosity to me