Lyrics Henry Jamison – The Magic Lantern

And when you were a little boy you’d sit on the fourth-floor sill
And you’d bomb on your bicycle down all the biggest hills
And you’d cannonball in all the pools and you would
Never cross at the crosswalk on your walk home from school

You don’t want what you want you don’t need what you need
When the wife finally leaves the mistress is less then she seemed
The desire came from the distance, see
And when the dream coincides with reality you feel unclean
Cuz you are unclean
If you know what I mean
Do you know what I mean?
You are weak in the mind, you are weak in the knees you have got a disease, you have got a disease
But it’s okay, man