If you could feel your legs falling out   Then you might find the strength to stand your ground   Then you'd be close to them   Then you'd be close to God   But you know you're not      If you could make a fist, you could punch   If you could fly your faith, you could jump   Born in security, fear of most everything   And anyone you can be      It could have been dull, Kristina   We could have been sane   It isn't just death, drugs, and lost love these honors leave stains   Just let the freaks of failure sing over-night songs   The B-side is real and it plays on      Hey Kristina are you sleeping in?   I'm leaving you another long message   Interstate ten   I lost my voice again   This game was fixed    It seems that I've been eighty-sixed      But your life is one zero zero one, in analog faith   And even if you connect them    Too little too late   Your life is like a B-side, it's odder than A    The B-side is real and it plays on, on, on, on      On and on