It's in your eyes; a colour fade out Looks like a new transition It's starting up and shaking your ground Turning your head to see a new day calling Does it feel like a head to lean on? A snapshot from where you were born I'm looking for your hand in the rough You're caught in the wire; well, I'll lift you out Leading on the action, caught in a cellphone's rays Bleeding on a sofa, staring at the wayside He's coming and she knows it, even though she knows why Footsteps in the hallway; girl, you haven't got time You gotta get out Go far away You gotta get out Go far away Darkness in the bedroom; maybe she's resting up Maybe she was out late, just come back from the club I can't hear her breathing; something doesn't seem right k**er in the hallway; we're living on a set time We gotta get out Go far away We gotta get out Go far away