(willcox)  I cannot sleep  The saint in me eludes me  This man is not what I think  He is a halo of thorns,  Spear in his side  Coaxing me to earth  A parachute eclipses the sun  Hovers on the slipstream  Hangs on every note  He denies me his knowledge  Eyes piercing and eagle bright  Lifts me from my dull existence  Hurls me off the cliff  In clumsy flight  Falling to earth...  The air's so good it  Gives nutrients and  Your presence builds  As you rumble on down the corridor.  It's rockin' and I feel as if  I'm floatin' in water but  I'm not drowning  I must be there  In every moment  ooooo  Ten thousand decibels so mean,  It pins me to all four walls  Opening up my secrets,  I'm exposing myself  So uncool,  I'm storm-torn but it's really exciting  Spread-eagle in the air  This telekinetic hold  Christ, he's the mirror that  Reflects my thoughts  And he's pulling me from the firmament  The sun goes behind the mountain and night eclipses  Oh god, I'm falling to earth....  I thought I was supposed to feel prepared  Can you hear me calling  I'm calling on the esp telephone  Falling  Falling