First let me use the dialect in which I speak To say something real Our bulb may seem burnt sometimes but it's not, just needs a twist I've been walking barefoot all night Looking for the demons in our minds You're my late night radio station, when I'm off you tune me in A bag for all those times my hands feel full, you'll pack my mess I've been walking barefoot all night Looking for the demons in our minds Lets wonder, far away Till we'll lose our way And we'll be bound to stay