Lines are cold when painted black
Past suburbia I'm driving fast
To block out all road side signs
Takes the power of Einstein
My heart is recess
For the impaired of reason
California I'm coming
For the impaired have reason
My heart is recess
For the impaired of reason
Mother I'm coming
For the impaired have reason
I arose from this dirty playground
Close to your finger I hold on tight I'm wrapped around
I'm coming home now, a changed girl
Yes, I grew up fast as I twisted around the world
My heart is recess
For the impaired of reason
California I'm coming
For the impaired have reason
My heart is recess
For the impaired of reason
Mother I'm coming
For the grown have reason
We live in a petty world with the blind
Only some are lucky enough to touch it
And with every second we open our eyes
We pick up another state of reason
