even shot of sleep tonight (?)nbut a bit of orphan light willnmake it's home on beds of nails and nightmaresnwhen dust clouds or the sun na web of confusion spun by spiders crawling faster towards redemptionnsee them crawl, see them crawlnsee them crawlnnso we're walking around our houses with our eyes shut tight nand flying a kite in the yardnstill unfamilir with where we areni'm a spinning windmill, turning keys in locks tonight,nbut safe inside your arms, i've seen the trees outside a window ni'm lost, i'm lostni'm lostnnand i'm lost insidenmy home, in my clothesnin the roadsnin my own mindnand i knownit's not a signni just might stop this timenthis time, this time, this timenni did something wrong, i did something wrong, i did something wrongnnla la la, la la la la