Discothèque Inside My Head

I wear a name tag but write a stranger's name in the blank space
I see reflections but I can’t even tell if it’s my face

I hide in the dark, caught up in the solace of lonely hours
I hide in the dark, reborn in a forest of lotus flowers

I'm spinning out of breath
(A discothèque inside my head)
Dancing in shades of red
(A discothèque inside my head)

Stranger in the taxi telling stories of wars in other countries
Riding in the back seat wasting time on a pocket full of worries I’ll survive

I hide in the dark, caught up in the solace of lonely hours
I hide in the dark, reborn in a forest of lotus flowers

I'm spinning out of breath
(A discothèque inside my head)
Dancing in shades of red
(A discothèque inside my head)
Oh what a funny kind of prison

I'm spinning, I'm spinning
I'm spinning ‘round again
Oh the world inside my head

I'm spinning, I'm spinning
I'm spinning ‘round again
Oh the world inside my head

I'm spinning out of breath
A discothèque inside my head
Oh what a funny kind of prison