Wearing thin, dragging out
Like a cellophane daydream
You and I, eye to eye
Chasing something we can bury deep
Black sheep, crawling
Toward the sound
Glass house, falling
Toward the ground
I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know
Place the fucking blame
Blame
Set the pace
Where you gonna go?
You're stepping on your soul
Where you gonna go?
You're stepping on your soul