D. Feathers

<p>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 instead And 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 heads On 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.</p>