Mindweaver Lyrics - Yoko Ono

He was a mindweaver, always on the phone 

Telling me all sorts of hurt of his own 

Although his voice was sweet to me 

I wondered if we could ever be 

He was a mindbeater, always on the phone 

Telling me all sorts of what I did wrong 

Although his voice was sweet to me 

I wondered if we could ever be 

He was a mindbender, always on the phone 

Telling me all sorts of dream he has sewn 

Although his voice was sweet to me 

I wondered if we could ever be