Gonna grab the yellow pages To dress me up and make me look like someone else instead It's time for my rehearsal, the ultimate reversal You see, I've got a plan I'm coming back as a man Find a Davinci of the threads I live on the edge And something has

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives Hear the sound of the falling rain Coming down like an Armageddon flame (hey!) The ones who died without a name Hear the dogs howlin' out of key

Feels like, feels like it’s coming It feels like, feels like Like a coming of age It feels like, feels like a coming of age Well, I see ya standing there like a rabid dog And you got those crying eyes Makes me wanna surrender and wrap you in my arms You

Gonna grab the yellow pages To dress me up and make me look like someone else instead It's time for my rehearsal, the ultimate reversal You see, I've got a plan I'm coming back as a man Find a Davinci of the threads I live on the edge And something has

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives Hear the sound of the falling rain Coming down like an armageddon flame (hey!) The ones who died without a name Hear the dogs howlin' out of key

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives Hear the sound of the falling rain Coming down like an armageddon flame (hey!) The ones who died without a name Hear the dogs howlin' out of key