Lyrics:

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