Did somebody thrill you with some romantic thing
Did somebody tell you that your everything they
need

I’ll be the source of your problems
I’ll be the source of it all

I will be the one to paint your picture all around
And leave the flowers lying in your walking ground
Tell me can you see me
All wrapped up in mental neighborhood
If only something might be right, if something might be good

Did somebody tell you your every fantasy
Did somebody kill you with everything you need

It’s often things never said
That explains who you are
It’s often things never meant
That offers you all

I’ll be the source of your problems
I’ll be the source of it all
The thrill of it all