I'm flying, I'm flying away  All night long my body burned, the sheets were wet and cold  The lights were on, my eyes were gone, and any second lose control  The pounding in my window or just the pounding in my head  I wonder who was in my room last night.  Who the hell was in my bed?  There must have been a body there  I swear I smelled some flesh  It took a little time but I figured they were mine  There were fingers going down my chest  My mouth went through the ceiling and my body fell to the floor  I couldn't find a key cause there was nothing I could see  And so I ran through the door  The cops, the priest, the crisis line, and no one really had a clue  No one to tell us who was touchin' me  Or exactly what I could do  My throat was dry my hopes were high  But nothing really ever got said  But who was in my room last night?  Who the hell was in my bed?