even shadows sleep tonight but a bit of orphaned light will make it's home on beds of nails and nightmares when dust clouds o'er the sun a web of confusion is by spiders crawling faster towards redemption see them crawl, see them crawl see them crawl so we're walking around our houses with our eyes shut tight and flying a kite in the yard still unfamiliar with where we are i'm a spinning windmill, turning keys in locks at night, and safe inside your arms of cedar trees outside my window i'm lost, i'm lost i'm lost and i'm lost inside my home and my clothes in the roads of my own mind and i know it's not a sign i just messed up this time this time this time.... i did something wrong.... la la...