Visions of you or pictures in tabloids I've seen no way out since I was a boy Hold on to something that I know is near Feeling much closer to holding my tears
Banter that shoots me through cannons and spillways Forests and nights as I walk through these hallways Kaleidoscopes eyes of killers come near Feeling less desperate to hold in my fear
I need your love
Visions of you or pictures in tabloids I've seen no way out since I was a boy Hold on to something that I know is near Missing the point as I fall through these years