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Woke up cold and the room was dark |
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Just some light from the moon |
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Felt your breath on my neck and it made me homesick |
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I don't mind if it's all in my head |
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My mind was built for lies |
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And your laugh sounds like glass, and it cuts right through me |
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Dreaming is not a one way process |
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You wanted problems? You got 'em |
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You got enough to break down anyone |
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You want to prove that you're the tough kind |
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But no one asks to be a martyr; it just happens to you |
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You say we've got it wrong, that you're different |
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Well, call it what you want, it's same difference |
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You bit off more than you can chew with this |
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Now we're calling in the debt |
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No matter if it sinks you |
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Daylight breaks and the world looks bent |
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Like I've got shotglass eyes |
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Pick me up, fix my tie, roll me toward the cliffside |
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I don't mind if I fall this time |
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My knees were built for scabs |
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And my hands meet demands just when no one's asking |
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Dreaming is not a one way process |
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We woke just before the dawn, got dressed up among birdsong |
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Then crossed that eternal lawn |
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Our heads were pointed skyward, and the sun, it warmed our backs |
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And we wandered, not really knowing where it all would end |
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We walked 'til the sun went down, walked straight toward that violent sound |
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The waves threw their weight around |
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And it all felt so simple, like we knew just how to be |
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And we smiled, 'til the waves came and dragged us out to sea |
