as i wander from the scrublands of my mindnnto the mountains of my hope/heartnnnnooohnnnntaking in the sounds around mennfiguring out their boundarynni begin with forced surroundingsnnto develop a touching lunacynnyou're saying it's harder to know what i'm thinkingnnthen i'm starting to wonder myselfnnremember last night when i was smilingnnand you asked me what i thoughtnnand i just wanted to dancennnnnnas i wander from the scrublands of my mindnnto the mountains of my heartnnnnoooohnnnnam i mad? nnam i blurring boundaries?nni/a lost individualitynnor is it these forced surroundingsnnthat nurture my contact lunacy