I don't know what your made of I don't know how you feel I don't know what your made of They say I know what's real You've been in rain Bury me please I wanna feel the way you feel Tell me this Sunday I am your daily driver Come and bury me please On camera How does it feel? When you try to escape the obvious Somebody knows How to think or to be I'm just a midnight caller Waiting in line to hear you speak I don't know if youre waiting I don't know how you feel I don't know if youre waiting This doesn't seem ideal Even in rain Bury me please I wanna feel the way you feel Tell me this Sunday I am your daily driver Come and bury me please On camera How does it feel? Like a fire at the opera Somebody knows Where to go, what we're in I'm just a midnight caller Waiting in line so I can hear