There’s a thing called the beautiful insanity
It’s a test on your breath of humanity
You hold it in too long and see if you turn blue
Because its something you’ve always wanted to do You’re not mad and you’re not falling apart
You’re not trying to nurse a broken heart
You’re just a girl, trying to catch the leaves
You don’t know why so they’re kept in your sleeves
There’s a thing called the beautiful insanity
It reaches out and brushes your humanity
In purples, violets all looking like gold
Something white, something new, something black, something old
Just look around in ambient way
Tuck it in a drawer and name it today
If you don’t have a drawer your head will do Shine it sometimes so it’s forever new
There’s a thing called the beautiful insanity
Don’t get me wrong if I say it’s humanity
It’s not a bad thing, and you’ve not lost the game
Because it’s perfectly normal to be beautifully insane