I met someone like Jesus in the spring of '98

He was so full of love and I was so full of hate

So I nailed him on a cross where he belonged

told myself it's what he would have wanted all along

and I drove into the night looking for something to burn

Oh how I love these little parables that I never cared to learn

I don't know what the name for this feeling is but it's dripping through me

There's something in the corner of my life that I cannot quite see 



And I'm not sleeping well, all my dreams are so real

I dreamed I set fire to my house, watched the great beams come crashing down

And later on I was standing in the ashes of the stairs

They asked me what happened, it was an accident I said

And I don't know what all this means and I don't care, it's nothing to me

But there was something in the corner of that dream that I could not quite see 

And I don't know what this feeling is but it's dripping through me

There's something in the corner of my life that I cannot quite see 



And there's a happy family snapshot when you were very small 

But there were visits from the doctor, you can't remember what for

The curtains drawn in silence on a summer's afternoon

And the flies buzzing in the room

And you don't know what this feeling is and you can't explain it to me

But there was something in corner of that family photo that you cannot quite see

And I don't know what all this means but it's dripping through me

There's something in the corner of my life that I cannot quite see