Most of the time my brain is split
And I have no idea how to work with it
I was at a party and I saw
The other half come through the wall
So I'm sitting there with this guy going on
"Why is it three times moon and not just once?"
I'm drinking Cola, generic brand
And I want him to stop talking about my band
But suddenly I'm somewhere where a light goes on
I think I've left the party I'm standing on the frozen lawn
I want to run but I start to fly
And first snow starts to fall from the ripped up sky
I've never left a place without looking back
I think I've got a thousand skulls with their necks bent
But not this time, I look ahead
Until I see something blurry looking like a hand
I hear the TV and I'm sitting at the birthday still
And there is someone asking me about how much I earn
"Like, with your band" and all I want
Is to stick his head in where I just came from
But I point and I point, I point at the sky
I don't really see my hands moving, they're by my side
But there's a phantom limb, brightly lit
And nobody ever seems to notice it.
Walking through the city streets alone
Everyone is inside you're on your own
Nobody will believe you back at home
3 am midnight, and then it finally showed
Glistening in first snow