What if I came over instead?
No arguements, your evidence is dead
Forever
Try living, don't just play pretend
The mystery, its all inside your head
At the back door
You can't deny, your life is in your hands
If your crazy, then I'll understand
You're fucked up
It always seem to jump from start to end
The in-between, your diary begins
Next chapter

Submit ourselves and wheres the freedom there?
The constant ringing, we cannot fight you for it
Whos on the plane overhead?
Over desert roads beneath the sand,

When will I wake up?
Its just a dream
A computer coded fantasy
I'm not seeing
Just believing your advertisments
itch-star

Glossy network
Beat it out of me
To see what a small soul and bomb has compared to me

Getting home past 6 tonight
Dreary-eyed, dressed up in white
Moving far away, she says
Going far away
Flashbulbs and paint-streaked stardom
Letting go when nothings wrong
The sea-liner sinking straight from home
The drenching of this iron soul
(the last time)
We're not letting go

The mood, the groove and the attitude
The miles of lists in spite of saving
The mood, the groove and the attitude
At the back door, I will be waiting