Pretty paracetamol you soothe my aching brow
I need you when my heard is spinning round
I look into the looking gla** but none of them is me
It takes at least an hour to pin me down
First impressions often lie
They always fool the naked eye
I hold you gently on my tongue and then you drift away
It's hard to read the writing on the label
I force my hands out sideways but I can't resist the strain
And it don't help me, no it don't help me
First impressions often lie
They always fool the naked eye
I think I recognize a friendly face I've seen before
(don't you despair)
It's moving far too quickly to be sure
Tangled in a web of twisted memories and lies
(There's no one there)
I'm fighting for a reason to go on
Pretty paracetamol you soothe my aching brow
I need you when my heard is spinning round
I multiply myself by two in the mirror on the wall
But it don't help me, no it don't help me
First impressions often lie
They always fool the naked eye
I think I've lost control, I think I've lost control
I think I've lost control, I think I've lost control