| Woke up cold and the room was dark | 
| Just some light from the moon | 
| Felt your breath on my neck and it made me homesick | 
| I don’t mind if it’s all in my head | 
| My mind was built for lies | 
| And your laugh sounds like glass, and it cuts right through me | 
| Dreaming is not a one way process | 
| You wanted problems? | 
| You got 'em | 
| You got enough to break down anyone | 
| You want to prove that you’re the tough kind | 
| But no one asks to be a martyr; | 
| it just happens to you | 
| You say we’ve got it wrong, that you’re different | 
| Well, call it what you want, it’s same difference | 
| You bit off more than you can chew with this | 
| Now we’re calling in the debt | 
| No matter if it sinks you | 
| Daylight breaks and the world looks bent | 
| Like I’ve got shotglass eyes | 
| Pick me up, fix my tie, roll me toward the cliffside | 
| I don’t mind if I fall this time | 
| My knees were built for scabs | 
| And my hands meet demands just when no one’s asking | 
| Dreaming is not a one way process | 
| We woke just before the dawn, got dressed up among birdsong | 
| Then crossed that eternal lawn | 
| Our heads were pointed skyward, and the sun, it warmed our backs | 
| And we wandered, not really knowing where it all would end | 
| We walked 'til the sun went down, walked straight toward that violent sound | 
| The waves threw their weight around | 
| And it all felt so simple, like we knew just how to be | 
| And we smiled, 'til the waves came and dragged us out to sea |