{ Lyrics }

I’ve felt the cold sunlight piercing my skin
I’ve felt the sharp glass on my feet
It’s some sort of nightmare I’ve found myself in
I think I’ll return to my seat
It’s not hard to see that, here, I don’t belong
It’s no fun to feel like a wraith
Back home in the shadows, I always felt strong
I know it’s not real, but it’s safe

They’ve dropped us amidst these bewildering sights
But they can’t manipulate me
They want to me to soar to new spiritual heights
And forget what I’ve always believed
But I’ve always created my own happiness
I’ve never been one to have faith
That life can be fuller and deeper than this
I know it’s not true but it’s safe

Everyone here thinks they’re better than me
I’m sick of their mocking disdain
These bastards pretend they can cure my disease
But they don’t—and they can’t—feel my pain
Forgive my disinterest in “coming alive”:
I’ll opt for my comforting grave
Clutching the darkness, I’ve always survived
I know it’s not good, but it’s safe

{ Musicians }

Phil Woodward—Rhythm Guitar, Vocals
Myron Marston—Lead Guitar
Mark Noguchi—Bass
Bobby Jacky—Accordian
Chris Kennedy—Drums
Lacey Brown—Vibraphone

{ Credits }
Words and Music by Phil Woodward

Currently rated 4.6/5 stars (5 votes)

Currently 4.6/5 stars.

{ Comments }
Ricky Heisner said:
on Thursday, September 25, 2008

A wonderfully bouncy waltz, this time, as this pasenger dances around Heaven’s offer to make him fully alive. I love how you’ve captured the sense of: an autonomous delusion is better than any Divine JOY that requires a surender of the lies he tells himself (even though he knows they’re lies). For some people, God’s love is scarier than Hell (perhaps, for them, it is Hell).

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