All seems make believe at midnight on an island all hands around the fire have felt the cold inside them
You have worry, you have to hurry down the deadbeat road all the lights will say stop when your heart says go but you're a rule-breaking risk-taking lump of coal and that's why you are here that's why you are here
All seems make believe at midnight on an island the hell hounds that come sniffing around to drag me back to the asylum
You can cut through the middle of the jet-black night in circles like a moth around the flickering light you can drag around your tombstone try as you might to know why you are here don't know why you are here
Fell asleep on a hill woke up in the surf fell asleep on a hill woke up under the turf fell asleep in public on a high-speed train and the bugs came and looted me fell a hundred floors in a perfect dream and the bugs came and looted me felt the rumbling plates underneath my feet and the rats came up to breathe saw the sky in bloom and the ocean bleached by the sun
