Tiny Demons

One of them plays a piccolo in my ear
 Another one makes me smell things that aren't there
 And they know where to hide
 And they know everything that's inside
 Of my head
 Tiny demons, inside me
 One of them ties a lasso around my heart
 Another makes me nod when I drive the car
 And they won't ever leave
 But they won't show their faces to me
 And they wait 'til I feel
 Like they're gone and they jump out and steal
 My relief
 Tiny demons, inside me
 Listen, listen
 Listen for the sound
 That is not in the music
 Only you can hear it,
 Only you can use it
 It's the sound of someone breathing,
 It's the breath of life
 It's the sound that you are weaving
 With the thread of life
 Listen, listen
 Listen to the sound,
 Let nothing disturb you
 You are in a place
 Where nothing can hurt you
 If you feel a strange sensation,
 It can do no harm
 Like the spiral of creation,
 It will soon move on