The joker s on the left of me, the vulture s on my right It seems to me that there s no end in sight My quiet den is crowded with the screams of rescue me But I am hoping no one else will see The lion in the basement starts to sing its somber tune Warning me that confrontation looms Brittle bones and sticks and stones the weapons that I choose It s a fight I can t afford to loose Cause it s a long way down As I loose my grip I slowly start to drown But you re my saving grace Through the water I can almost see your face And it gives me hope And I ve never felt, like this before And my nerves are wearing thin But I know you re here, somewhere within I know we ll see the end