Cubscouts are screaming Needing ice screaming and all the pleasures of June I'm in a parked car
Flowers seem friendly and people in hallways fill rooms Now it is night time Maybe we're cruising avoiding the anti-cruise Oh, I don't really know where we are
If things get real Promise to take me somewhere else By the time, fear takes me over Will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion?
Once in a while, now the lie in the laughter Can burn through a hole in my ears Like a man with glasses catching a sunbeam And burning the skin of a kid
Hypereal fragments disturbing The stagnants of almighty fear Well, I'll just go under the water
If things get real Promise to take me somewhere else By the time, fear takes me over Will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion?
So, don't leave me here on my own So, don't leave me here on my own
If things get real Promise to take me somewhere else By the time fear takes me over Will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion?