HeynThe faces fade at nightnYour eyes watch every car drive bynA heavy sightnYour stride slows to a crawlnWaiting for the other shoe to fallnA heavy soundnnI'm awake inside a distant mystic landnThat's why I'm under your spellnWhite painted over the vision of a lambnAnd left you another farewellnThat's why I'm under your spellnThe Rose and the Sunday bellnnAndnThe things you keep insidenUncover every key to constant flightnInside a boxnIn a place you'll never tellnPaving over roads you knew so wellnYou pull awaynnI see you and everyone watching the sunnWaiting for a new starnWanting for a new starnKilling for a new starnBut of course you're just being you