A Bit of Previous

I want to climb inside a work of art

I want to get away from all your comments that are barbed

And just because you're getting older

It doesn't mean you're getting clever

And just because you've got the high ground

It doesn't mean you're at the fairground

And just because you're ground down to a halt

It doesn't mean you have to throw the

Stone you always hold

And just because you're getting older

It doesn't mean you're getting wiser

And just because you've got the high ground

It doesn't mean you have the most fun

I want to hide inside a piece of you

(I want to hide inside a piece of you)

'Cause in the longest run I am your mother and your child

Beaten by the force that assails you

Your so-called friends have surely failed you

So come back from the edge of crazy

And come back from the edge of envy