Inside the mind there’s a head that releases our mistakes and cries
Fellow men sleeping they’ll wake up not now but in some other life
I’d want to hear a cry that will always say time has died
So sing out our happiness and greet you with saccharine skies

Big House
The truth has come
Conflicted always
All peaced in sound

Outside your bed, you’re still dead in a place where your wonders go bare
Mistake and happiness, I told you before
Time is mine

Big House
The truth has come
The shivers, faded
Now peaced in sound

All of those divided will see
It’s good for you, it’s good for me

It’s good for you, it’s good for me
It’s good for you, it’s good for me
It’s good for you, it’s good for me