Does anyone really know what they're talking about?
Does anyone really know where God is hanging out?
I'm still reeling my heart is spinning my head is beating
I'm so hard on myself but let me off so easily

What does she see?
The I
The Idea of me?

Life keeps you alive to suck the life out of you
If you really were here I'd grab hold of you and never let go
I can barely get out of my own way still sucking my thumb
Round here I wonder how long before we're under the gun

What does she see
The I
That really is me?

When I was a boy
There were two play grounds
One for the gods up high
And one for the rest… Below
Somewhere in-between
I drifted like a spectre
Blinded by the bad start
Lonely as a ghost.

She became my bright star
To lead me unto Bethlehem
To find the pot of gold
At the rainbows end
Somewhere on the way
This disillusionmentor
Crept in like a phantom
Through the backdoor of my mind