Strung out post mania
I've run out of names to call on
The world keeps humming over my head
Leaving me at the feet of divine signs
Let me in, I mean so well
Lord, can't you tell?
I know my head gets mixed up
In lethal concoctions of
Love and concern
But I come with my head in my hands
It's too much to feel on my own
Need a God
Need a light
Just sit back and take it as it comes
Day after day it overrides
All that you had planned for your life
A passenger caught in a vice
Crying "Hallelujah!"
Stranded in a hotel room
With no lifelines left to use
No bottles left to confide in
No personas left to choose
A prophet, your kin
Or a right mess
I've played them all
From the rise to the fall
I know my heart gets wrapped up
In lethal doses of
Whim and desire
But I come with my head in my hands
It's too much to feel on my own
Need a God
Need a light
