Tiny Demons — текст песни (Todd Rundgren)

One of them plays a piccolo in my ear

Another one makes me smell things that arent there

And they know where to hide

And they know everything thats inside

Of my head

Tiny demons, inside me



One of them ties a lasso around my heart

Another makes me nod when I drive the car

And they wont ever leave

But they wont show their faces to me

And they wait til I feel

Like theyre gone and they jump out and steal

My relief

Tiny demons, inside me



Listen, listen

Listen for the sound

That is not in the music

Only you can hear it,

Only you can use it

Its the sound of someone breathing,

Its the breath of life

Its the sound that you are weaving

With the thread of life



Listen, listen

Listen to the sound,

Let nothing disturb you

You are in a place

Where nothing can hurt you

If you feel a strange sensation,

It can do no harm

Like the spiral of creation,

It will soon move on