If I close my eyes

I'm afraid I won't wake up

If I stop and listen

I'm afraid I'll hear too much



Trying to hold on to the earth

Holding on for what it's worth



I've got a long black cadillac

Marble hot tub in the back

Champagne waterfall

Solid gold question mark twenty feet tall



Try to paint a world of shapes

Over the holes as we're falling

The tightened grip is our mistake

As we're trying to hold on to the earth



Looking for his name

Wet on brave lips carved on road

Look for flame and mercy

Hope that tired hands can hold