I fall asleep to the sound of violence and I wake up to the sound of sirens And you and your missing parts and you with your dreams in jars. Riding south I can't see the northern lights or the apathy we share on those Drunken summer nights just me with my dreams in jars poor me with my missing parts. I watch you day dream about god are you day dreaming still? Watch you day dream about god are you day dreaming still? But what has he done for you? - I fall asleep to the sounds.