I would rather have a state of mind,
Of stable peaks and valid troughs,
If it would help me stay in line.
But with over-analysis,
I give myself a solid shot,
At counting eggs I haven't got.
Would you ever call me paranoid,
If I would ask of you to try,
That it might pull me from your void?
Now, with you I'm struck with a fear,
That you will take what you have brought,
Without a second moment's thought.
That's the reasoning that breaks a man,
And leaves him stranded where he stands.