What a wonderful solution.Now we all can rest our weary heads and go to bed.And you pretend it’s all illusion,So I can pretend my mind is dead.What a wonderful solution.Now the wings have clipped the bird insteadAnd claimed it’s head.But in the midst of all confusion,Remember what d. feathers said.I can’t trust the things I see,For I can only trust in me.And if the whole world should drop dead,I’ll build my own inside my head.What a wonderful solution.Now we all can finally turn our headsOn what’s been said.But in the midst of all confusion,Remember what d. feathers said.I can’t trust the things I see,For I can only trust in me.And if the whole world should drop dead,I’ll build my own inside my head.