The guns underneath the fake floor point to the rafters   Walking on the wood beams, you place your feet carefully, each one gently   You woke up in a strange house with something hidden in a safe place, but no way to find it   Certain kinds of anxious dreams are incomplete, they lack a key    You only get when you go back to sleep      And the long distance shots fired over your head   Tell you it's time to retrace your steps and go back to bed      If you stay awake in this dream   In this dream you're going to die      So say goodnight   Or say goodbye