Tekster: Zutons. Don't Ever Think Too Much.

Standing on the edge of the cliff

And I'm thinking it through my head

I'm afraid that I'm about to slip

'Cause my body is out of time



And I'm thinking, thinking 'til I'm nearly dead

Do you remember when you were young

Do you remember what your mother said



She said don't ever think too much

You don't ever think too much



Obsession is a terrible thing

Does it happen to everyone

As mother nature comes with a sting

And persecutes everyone



And I'm lying awake, lying in my burned out bed

Do you remember when you were young

Do you remember what your mother said



She said don't ever think too much

You don't ever think too much



And I think again

It's just this thinking, I don't understand

It's all holes built to wires

And persecution is on fire



Don't ever think too much

You don't ever think too much