Strung out post mania I've run out of names to call on The world keeps humming over my head Leaving me at the feet of divine signs Let me in, I mean so well Lord, can't you tell? I know my head gets mixed up In lethal concoctions of Love and concern But I come with my head in my hands It's too much to feel on my own Need a God Need a light Just sit back and take it as it comes Day after day it overrides All that you had planned for your life A passenger caught in a vice Crying "Hallelujah!" Stranded in a hotel room With no lifelines left to use No bottles left to confide in No personas left to choose A prophet, your kin Or a right mess I've played them all From the rise to the fall I know my heart gets wrapped up In lethal doses of Whim and desire But I come with my head in my hands It's too much to feel on my own Need a God Need a light