Текст песни Cluttered Mind - Ben Sollee

The golden pharaoh is on the road again*
The cat is scratching at the door
In the other room Grandpa's singing
Nintendo comes on channel four

An old cassette tape of Dr. King speaking
A broken Walkman on the floor
A heap of warm embraces
That don't fit me anymore

Oh, what a cluttered mind

The rusty barrel gathers the rainfall
The broom is thrashing the floor
Grandma says her hands are aching
The tracking of a storm

A bee takes shelter in the window
Soon there's hundreds more
I can see their wings beating
I can feel them swarm

Oh, what a cluttered mind