I'm a spiritual wizard
Hiding out from these emotional blizzards
Just smoke no mirrors
Put it in the air hold it up like pillars
She cut me out like scissors
Rolled me up in big grey Rizla’s
She's all toil and trouble
One of three Scottish sisters
But finding her was very difficult
Like playing Where's Wally in a crowded room
Full of similar looking individuals
Like trying to keep art original
Surrounded by the stuff I love
Why am I still miserable?
I know God’s been kind
Why the fuck am I still cynical?
In and out of love with miraculous variation
Thats the daily hazards of a soul seeker
Just a danger of my occupation
Yet another explosive behavioural demonstration
Typical of my Gemini queen
I'm running
