3 p.m. Eastern Standard Time
5:01 on the Ginza line
I'm comatose at six miles high
Halcion haze clouding my mind
Check out, check in, check my vital signs
Double-check the notes, read between the lines
This prison cell of fifteen flights
Guarded by the city lights
Cradle me but not so tight
You asked me how I feel
Well I have got no feeling left
But this is who I am
And I can't live with that regret
And if I die tonight
They'll say I did what I did best
Maybe that's the truth
But I won't hold my breath
Inwardly interrogate
Hieroglyphs cause I can't see straight
A concept sown and it germinates
Epiphany at departure gates
I missed your call again
I don't think I've got many left
I need your body now
Our tangents never intersect
Addicted to the chase
No comfort in this silhouette
I need to see this through
Salvaging my self respect
You asked me how I feel
Well I have got no feelings left
But this is who I am
And I can't live with that regret
And if I die tonight
They'll say I did what I did best
Maybe that's the truth
But I won't hold my breath
I won't hold my breath, hold my breath
There's not much left
I missed your call again
I don't think I've got many left
I need your body now
Our tangents never interesct
Addicted to the chase
No comfort in this silhouette
I need to see this through
Salvaging my self respect
You asked me how I feel
Well I have got no feelings left
But this is who I am
And I can't live with that regret
And if I die tonight
They'll say I did what I did best
Maybe that's the truth
But I won't hold my breath
And I won't hold my breath
And I won't hold my breath