The windowsill is an anvil
The summer sun is a hammer on your head
Pour yourself out of your hotel
Go on out and get your habit fed
Go ahead
Burn it down to lift you up
Take it all
It's not enough
What I am is what you are
And you're going too far
A riot of sirens
Screams her out of a dream into the night
A crowd of words surrounds her
If she could fall asleep she'd be alright
Take it all in stride
Do what you've gotta do to survive
Try to make it slide
To a corner in the back of your mind