I hit the ground and I'm still running but I need a place to stay tonight, I swear I'll be gone in the morning I just need somewhere warm to close my eyes Can you hear the desperate cries that are calling out your name? Twisting your arms, holding out

Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere And build them a home, a little place of their own. The Fletcher Memorial Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings. And they can appear to themselves every day On closed circuit T.V. To make sure they're still

Close to you No you don't need my protection But I'm in love, can't blame me for checking I love in your direction, hoping that the message goes Somewhere close to you Like so close if they heard you, you wouldn't find out Nothing but a tear, that's all