Asleep for twenty centuries with this feeling
Like I was on your side
And I’ve spend some twenty centuries with this feeling
Of being lost inside
I was lost inside
Of your mind
Just like I’ve been holding on for all our lives
All our lives

Oh, won’t the hazies look into my—

I turned too many heads for one lifetime
I never had to try
And I stained too many beds for one lifetime
Never askin’ Y
Never askin’ Y “why?”
Incurious all the way up until End Times
Y?
Why is “David” such a stable archetype?
Y?
Oh, won’t the haziеs look me in my—

Oh
Won’t the hazies look into my еyes?

Oh
Won’t the hazies look into my eyes?
Oh
Won’t the hazies look into my eyes?