Fishbowl

I think I'm spinning out
I think I'm caving in
I keep on hoping for something that's real
I'm holding, holding on to myself

A little bit of this, a little bit of that
Yeah, I'm a mickey man, I'm mistaken for a rat
But I'm no longer around
And like a little boy headed for a trap
I shake my shoulders off looking at a map
But I'm no longer around

I think I'm spinning out
I think I'm caving in
I think I'm hoping for something that's real
I'm holding on, holding on to myself
Yeah, I think I'm going down
I think I'm coming out
I keep on hoping for something that's real
I'm holding on, holding on to myself
And I'm holding on, holding on might as well

A little bit of this, a little bit of that (uhum)
Yeah, I'm a mickey man, I'm seeking for a ride
But I'm no longer around
And I'm no longer around

Yeah, I think I'm spinning out
I think I'm caving in, yeah
I keep on hoping for something that's real
I'm holding on, holding on to myself
Yeah, I think I'm going down
I think I'm coming down
I keep on hoping for something that's real
I'm holding on, holding on to myself
I'm holding on, holding on might as well
I'm holding on, holding on
What the hell!