The Lucid Dream

Shout until my throat just scrapes
Bash my head against the wall
Pull my fingernails right out
Cast my troubles out to sea

In the sticks and the stones
Rows of well-lighted homes
Pass the places we've lived

Throw my body down these stairs
Waterboard myself to sleep
Never want to be denied
Mail a letterbomb to myself

In the sticks and the stones
Rows of well-lighted homes
Pass the places we've lived

Pull my fingernails right out
Cast my troubles out to sea

In the sticks and the stones
Rows of well-lighted homes