She just woke up, but she’s still tired

Is that the telephone ringing

The curtains can hold back the light

That’s reaching into the dream

Down in her heart

If it had fingers, it be tearing be apart

Your be looking groovy

In a sixties movie

Maybe tell the press you died

Little legend baby

Try your very best to hide

A green-tinted sixties mind

She keeps some memories locked away

But they are always escaping

Never wont make them fade away

They’re reaching into her dreams

Down in her heart

Don’t need fingers to be tearing it apart

Gotta face the day

There is no other way

To clear the fog inside your mind

Fill it up with dreams

But all that you can seem to find

A green-tinted sixties mind

Hanging out with Janis

Movin to Atlantis

Could’ve made it if you tried

What’s the point of force

It easy as a horse to ride

A green-tinted sixties mind

Your be looking groovy

In a sixties movie

Maybe tell the press you died

Little legend baby

Try your very best to hide

A green-tinted sixties mind