| I woke up in a room |
| Like I always do |
| Found myself alone |
| But for the ringing telephone |
| Screaming into view |
| There were books |
| And dead guitars |
| And a face that looked like you |
| But it was just a mask |
| Staring from the past |
| I put it on |
| And saw |
| A vision from my youth |
| I walked toward the window |
| And saw something orange and bright |
| I lifted up the blind and I was |
| Blinded by the light |
| Down in some abandoned car |
| Somebody I once knew |
| Summoned all the pain |
| And shouted out your name |
| They said |
| This is our second coming |
| These are dangerous times |
| They are hard to understand |
| If you don’t' feel it in your heart |
| You’ll never hold it in your hands |
| These are dangerous times |
| They are hard to understand |
| If you don’t get it through your head |
| You’ll never hold it in your hands |
| You are caught in a wave |
| It’s crashed through a building |
| And it’s moving on up |
| And all the windows are breaking |
| And the stairs are now hallways |
| And the hallways are deep, deep holes |
| And there is 3 feet of air |
| Till we breath water through our souls |
| So take me by the wrist |
| Drag me out from all of this |
| Take me by arms and legs and chest |
| And rip me from the anger |
| And take me from my home |
| My home’s become the water |
| And take me by the hand |
| As if I’d ever give a damn |
| I could leave this place right now |
| And never show my face again |