It's just a February sense

It's like the opposite of breathing

I can hear your little voice inside my head

Saying, "Now it's time for change, time to move ahead"



But I've frozen my assets

I've got nothing to give right now

You can save all your money

And then you can buy a house



As for me I'm still waiting



For that perfect piece of mica under a tree

For Thomas Edison with seven heads to come from the sea

And when the tinfoil spits, put your spirit on me

I want your blessing



Whoever you are who has the power

To give me a name, for whatever I am



And you say I only use my head

And the way I disagree, it just proves it

And I've tried to take a different path

But everywhere I turn, it just brings me back



'Cause I've frozen my assets

I've got nothing to give right now

You can save all your money

And then you can buy a house



As for me I'm still waiting



For that perfect piece of mica under a tree

For Thomas Edison with seven heads to come from the sea

And when the tinfoil spits, put your spirit on me

I want your blessing



Whoever you are who has the power

To give me a name, for whatever I am