Wound so tightly I'm the window sill Bending backwards And then backwards again Chasing tails Round and round until The party's over And we've emptied out the well We stop believing The lies we tell ourselves And no more building Prisons in our heads So no more Sunday No lottery of fame No more fake smiling And no more flat champagne And no more thinking I won a race I wish I lost Bound by the wrists We tell ourselves we'll get over this Head in the sand Oh, we were busy making plans So no more MTV or magazines I start living my own Reality dreams And I wanna see it, I wanna be it, I wanna taste it all Bound by the wrists We tell ourselves we'll get over this Head in the sand Oh, we were busy making plans Bound by the wrists We tell ourselves we'll get over this Head in the sand Oh, we were busy making plans 'Cause all we want is To give our hearts to someone else Love that is everlasting The kind of love Hollywood sells And the happy ending Is all we really ask Don't spend your life pretending Your happy end already passed.