Discothèque Inside My Head

I wear a name tag

But write a stranger's name in the blank space

I see reflections

But I can't even tell if it's my face

I hide in the dark

Caught up in the solace of lonely hours

I hide in the dark

Reborn in a forest of lotus flowers

I’m spinning out of breath

A discothèque inside my head

Dancing in shades of red

A discothèque inside my head

Stranger in the taxi

Telling stories of wars in other countries

Riding in the back seat

Wasting time on a pocket full of worries I'll survive

I hide in the dark

Caught up in the solace of lonely hours

I hide in the dark

Reborn in a forest of lotus flowers

I’m spinning out of breath

A discothèque inside my head

Dancing in shades of red

A discothèque inside my head

I'm spinning out of breath

A discothèque inside my head

Oh, what a funny kind of prison

Of prison

I’m spinning, I’m spinning

I’m spinning ‘round again

I’m spinning, I’m spinning

I’m spinning ‘round again

Oh, the world inside my head

I'm spinning 'round again

Oh, the world inside my head

I'm spinning 'round again

Oh, the world inside my head

A discothèque inside my head

Oh, the world inside my head

A discothèque inside my head

I'm spinning out of breath

A discothèque inside my head

Oh, what a funny kind of prison

Of prison