Story Behind the Song
This song's all about how hard it is to write an original song, without succumbing to the traditional conventions of verse/chorus/verse and rhyming couplets.
Lyrics
Sitting on a cold floor in a busy train station
Pen and paper waiting for a sudden spark of inspiration
Men and women hand-in-hand, everyone’s the same
Ideas are coming one by one, it’s happening again
Conform, comply,
I don’t want any boundaries
But something inside just makes it happen
Doctor Doctor, what’s the damage? Have I lost my mind?
Now I’m thinking laterally, it’s only a matter of time
Destroy my creative urge, I think I’ve gone insane
Far too many rhyming words are stuck inside my brain
Conform, comply,
I don’t want any boundaries
But something inside just makes it happen
It's automatic not to go against the trend
It's automatic and it's stuck inside my head
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