Manic as the moon Sets behind the glass. Leaving room for stars to taper passed. A linear equation from the ends of the Earth, Inquiries of danger and a mountainous berth. Angels appear, The counting down is near. When you say you want the answers, You might as well not have heard, Cause you're staring off into space. When you say you want what's coming, You might as well nod your head instead. You won't be able to breathe, Let alone - speak or think. Just close your eyes, Don't say goodbye Just hold on tight, You'll wake up again someday.
