Wide awake in the candlelight   Stoned straight, crashing   Ocean wave patterns and sunset   In their prime   Shoulder demons tell me   How to lie when it matters   And you better hope   That you see it coming      Painted grey and blurry   I am waiting for the sock to drop   Yes I can fake it, hide, run away   When there's nothing left to know...nothing      Lonely like a living room   Hallway noises and interviews   Squeeze the globe in between   Your legs and hope God knows   When to show his face when it matters   And you better hope   That you're feeling something      Pained by the worry   I am stained by the learning   Of what I can't feel, see, think, undo   I'm going to Mexico where there's   Nothing but the sun...nothing      The four walls entertaining   Me are symbols of my contentment   Of mental and legal poverty   Nine out of ten can't be wrong   I have never learned   The secret of velocity   As I expand I feel small   I have nothing left   That I can draw from   I have nothing left...nothing