[Verse 1] My pockets hold a thunderstorm Rattles in the dark I chased a shape I still undefine And never learning what is "mine" [Chorus] But it just humming on Beyond a locked-up door You can’t erase the spark It keeps you wanting more [Verse 2] I ran out of borrowed time Burned the ones I drew away Every answer's turned to smoke 'fore I could get through the line [Bridge] (Yeah) I'm a wanderer (Yeah) I'm made up of cracks I wear thin grin like an armor When night comes creeping back (It often calls to me) [Guitar Solo] (Instrumental) [Bridge] I-i-I'm a wanderer (yeah) Oh, I'm all made up of cracks (yeah, yeah) I swear I gave in like coward But night comes creeping back!!!!! Yeah, night come creeping right back in!!! [Outro] (Instrumental) "wallow wanderer" (shallow senseless) "makes...no sense...to me" (left defenseless) adrift on a breeze (gentle the cycle roars over me) Sane is soliloquy ("makes...no...sense...yeah?")
