To all you who show concern
Wishing from your wells
When will I cast off my ills
Not even the experts can tell
And light streams through
these windows,
I hear strange voices in my head
They're saying, Doctor,
I don't feel good,
you just pronounced me dead
The seasons change
in the car parts and the fields
But time stands still here,
it's a bigger, more serious deal
Cause I'm in traction,
yeah I'm in traction
Suspended chords,
I can't take your call
I can't take your call
You eat these ruffled grapes
and you drink my fresh fruit juice
Your name is Morpheus
and I can't turn you loose,
take me to the bridge
I hear your problems
like some comatose priest
My sick bed is your confessional,
I'm Father Nick, deceased
Oh, and I have told you,
hail yourself ten thousand times
And I'm sure you'll get to heaven
on the Piccadilly line
But I won't be with you,
cos I'm in traction
Yeah, I'm in traction,
I can't take your call
I can't take your call
My progress is static
In fact it's turned right around
And I might even be a child again
Or when they cut me down from this intricate
system of counterbalances and weights
And I'll assume my rightful position
in our tape loop debates
An d I'll use my vocabulary
to restate my rebel claim
In words that sound so different
Could always mean the same
But not just now, man
Cos I'm in traction
Yeah, I'm in traction
I can't take your call
Can't take your call
Suspended thoughts
It's just spinning thoughts,
I can't take your call
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