Todd RundgrenTiny Demons

One of them plays a piccolo in my ear Another one makes me smell things that aren't there And they know where to hide And they know everything that's inside Of my head Tiny demons, inside me One of them ties a lasso around my heart Another makes me nod when I drive the car And they won't ever leave But they won't show their faces to me And they wait 'til I feel Like they're gone and they jump out and steal My relief Tiny demons, inside me Listen, listen Listen for the sound That is not in the music Only you can hear it, Only you can use it It's the sound of someone breathing, It's the breath of life It's the sound that you are weaving With the thread of life Listen, listen Listen to the sound, Let nothing disturb you You are in a place Where nothing can hurt you If you feel a strange sensation, It can do no harm Like the spiral of creation, It will soon move on © 2018