i need some sweet warming light
to clean up my soul and get me along
so i'll have the courage to do whats right
i've thought about those words for too long
written and overly rehearsed; i'll be a wreck
you'll think i'm insane and you'll try to go along
and at the end you'll say its okay with no effect
your thoughts have been far to silent for too long
thinking is what you do, so think to me
don't tell me its okay, i know your barely getting along
your killing your self and surely your killing me
i'm a mess, stitched at the steams; ready to blow
i've warned you already what an attic i have
but i've got to tell you, theres too much you don't know
i'm a long lost, undiscovered, bat-filled cave
so please, when i pull the shades after so long
don't you go hiding away, i need you to speak
don't pull those shades down, we both need to get along
we both need this warming light; cause we're weak
so strong and so weak