Text: Mr. Big. Lean Into It. Green Tinted Sixties Mind.

She just woke up but she's still tired
is that the telephone ringing
The curtains can't hold back the lite
That's reaching into her dreams down in her heart.
If it had fingers it'd be tearing you apart.

You be looking groovy in a sixties movie.
Maybe tell the press you died.Little legend baby try your very best to hide.
A green tinted sixties mind.

She keeps memories locked away
but they are always escaping.
Neglect won't make them fade away.
That's reaching into her dreams down in her heart.
Don't need fingers to be tearing it apart.


Gotta face the day there's no other wayto clear the fog inside your mind.
Fill it up with dreams but all that you can seem to find.
A green tinted sixties mind.

Hanging out with Janis moving to Atlantis
Could have made it if you tried.
What's the point of force it's easy as a horse to ride
A green tinted sixties mind.

You be looking groovy...