Wide awake in the candlelight
Stoned straight, crashing
Ocean wave patterns and sunset

In their prime
Shoulder demons tell me
How to lie when it matters

And you better hope
That you see it coming


Painted grey and blurry
I am waiting for the sock to drop
Yes I can fake it, hide, run away

When there's nothing left to know...nothing

Lonely like a living room

Hallway noises and interviews
Squeeze the globe in between
Your legs and hope God knows

When to show his face when it matters
And you better hope
That you're feeling something


Pained by the worry
I am stained by the learning

Of what I can't feel, see, think, undo
I'm going to Mexico where there's
Nothing but the sun...nothing


The four walls entertaining
Me are symbols of my contentment

Of mental and legal poverty
Nine out of ten can't be wrong
I have never learned

The secret of velocity
As I expand I feel small
I have nothing left

That I can draw from
I have nothing left...nothing