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 Walked towards the window, 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, 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 Its crashed through a building And its rising 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 homes 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