The Music Goes Round My Head

(альбом: Vigil - 1968)

All my life I've worked upon the reason for us being here
The universe and all that it contains
Trying to solve the secret of the brain

Thirty years I've laboured trying to find who my creator was
And now at last the pieces fall in place
It's funny and it shows upon my face

And the music goes 'round my head
And I can't hear a thing you said
And my life echoes through my brain
It's so comical I'm insane

Now the people herald me as being the genius beyond compare
They're clamouring to hear what I will say
It's so funny they carry me away

And the music goes 'round my head
And I can't hear a thing you said
And my life echoes through my brain
It's so comical I'm insane

And the music goes 'round my head
And I can't hear a thing you said
And my life echoes through my brain
It's so comical I'm insane

And the music goes 'round my head
And the music goes 'round my head
And the music goes 'round my head
And the music goes 'round my head
And the music goes 'round my head