I am walking up the see through stairs. Everyone can see through me I am knocking on the see through doors And the voices behind them stop Someone sheds a precious tear. And it spills into fury Angels argue over souls. Single bullet will. Silence them all. I am lonesome. Is that a crime. 'Cause I don't want to feel guilty no more. People. They're not enough. I guess I am craving impossible Your hands are my home on earth, Without them I would Fold like a leaf, so hold me down Everything in me resists. I don't belive in your science It brought us nothing but the risks, And the fear we are too alike Suddenly the spirit lifts, But the doors remain quiet Mercy steadily escalates, Beyond gravity known to man I am lonesome. Is that a crime. 'Cause I don't want to feel guilty no more. People. They're not enough. I guess I am craving impossible This feeling is all I have Please don't take it so personal Your hands are my home on earth, Without them I would Fold like a leaf