May as well be on the stretcher Black & bruises too You may as well be injured Boundless blister blue But you're only in your bed And ther's nothing in your head That wasn't put there by receivers In the past hour of two In the past hour of two In the past hour of two The movie doesn't count Because you can't see in the cinema Through the predertermined random acts Of life in the dark And don't try to talk it out Because your allingual psuede-systems of "If's"& "Likes" and "whys" is what made this fall apart Hang up, come around, wet stems will support you when you can't talk it out So shut up, feel the rain Some times you act like it will burn you in place of real pains in place of real pains in place of real pains Hang up, come around, wet stems will support you when you can't talk it out So shut up, feel the rain Some times you act like it will burn you in place of real pains in place of real pains in place of real pains