Tim Schou Morrison
[Verse 1]
Dear Lord, am I losing my mind?
Dear Lord, I think I'm falling behind
Is this my conviction?
Like some stupid inner mission
Dear Lord, am I losing my mind?
[Chorus]
'Cause I feel like Morrison like I need my medicine
And I feel like giving in just like Morrison
I need my medicine 'cause the walls are closing in
And I feel like Morrison, but this will all make sense one day
This will all make sense one day
This will all make sense one day
[Verse 2]
Dear Lord, I had a pocket full of dreams
Dear Lord, and the world at my feet
Is this my conviction?
'Cause I got a cut of deep emotion
So dear Lord, am I losing my mind?
[Chorus]
'Cause I feel like Morrison like I need my medicine
And I feel like giving in just like Morrison
And I need my medicine 'cause the walls are closing in
And I feel like Morrison, but this will all make sense one day
This will all make sense one day
This will all make sense one day
[Verse 3]
I saw the gold of tomorrow's land, held destiny in my own hands
But now I'm staring into the abyss, trying to grasp this
Looking for my bliss and the lucky star I was born with
I guess I ended up on your convict list
[Chorus]
'Cause I feel like Morrison like I need my medicine
And I feel like giving in just like Morrison
And I need my medicine 'cause the walls are closing in
And I feel like Morrison, but this will all make sense one day
This will all make sense one day
This will all make sense one day