To the joker with no home
and the fool sat on the throne
and the wasted time that you've spent
chasin' times you never meant
So what passions are you grieving
this feeling you'r conceiving
I believe what I hear is the hymn, in my mind
As the days have passed you by
and the dreams that made you fly
and the deserts that turned to fields
but you know how it gets so real
So what passions are you grieving
this feeling you'r conceiving
I believe what I hear is the hymn, in my mind
Paranoia, will destroy your mind
but if you can change direction
there still might be time
To the joker with no home
and the fool sat on the throne
and the wasted time that you've spent
chasin' times you never meant
So what passions are you grieving
this feeling you'r conceiving
I believe what I hear is the hymn, in my mind
Paranoia, will destroy your mind
but if you change direction
there still might be time
and the fool sat on the throne
and the wasted time that you've spent
chasin' times you never meant
So what passions are you grieving
this feeling you'r conceiving
I believe what I hear is the hymn, in my mind
As the days have passed you by
and the dreams that made you fly
and the deserts that turned to fields
but you know how it gets so real
So what passions are you grieving
this feeling you'r conceiving
I believe what I hear is the hymn, in my mind
Paranoia, will destroy your mind
but if you can change direction
there still might be time
To the joker with no home
and the fool sat on the throne
and the wasted time that you've spent
chasin' times you never meant
So what passions are you grieving
this feeling you'r conceiving
I believe what I hear is the hymn, in my mind
Paranoia, will destroy your mind
but if you change direction
there still might be time