Yoav

With your feet on the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head'll collapse
If there's nothing in it
And then you'll ask yourself:
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
I was swimming in the Caribbean,
And I was hiding, behind the box,
Accept the little fish,
And he told me,
He was trying to talk to me, talk to me,