Pat, we need your brains back Pat, we need your fire, your imagination Pat, we know you fucked up But we don't care you fucked up, everybody's fucked up Thought I heard your voice The other night And sure enough, it came from you Thought I'd be surprised That you weren't dead All I was, was glad Just sitting by your bed Talking to your hair And hearing what you said As if you'd never left ♪ Can't you see yourself yet? Can't you see through our eyes? Can't you see the truth? Nothing's worse than ever falling in a dreams where We can see together Saw you the other night Have to say, something wasn't right Of course, but I didn't mind 'Cause seeing you being all alive Just walking in the room made me so relieved Like everything was fine and you had never died Or second-guessed your mind, or gave up on our trust Thought you'd gone too far for us to take you back But distance too is like that Pat, don't exist infact