She says to me
I'm floating down to the bottom of what might be
She takes my hand,

Looks in my eyes,
She's already sunk the ship
In the back of her own mind.


I'm tired of waiting, just
Hanging around.

Is this a joke or is death just a clown?!
It's not funny, no
It's not funny anymore!

That's the look that she gave me
When she walked out the door


He had those eyes
When he's staring down at me
He had my hypnotized.

Like a watch on a chain,
Or a slight of hand
All I could say is

I'm at your command

This ain't no dream, no

Or my imagination, playing tricks on me
These lies will take me to a place
I no longer despise.