I can’t see through the stars in my eyes. And I don’t recall breathing steady, ever since you’ve been in my life.
I lost my head in San Francisco, waiting for the fog to roll out. But I found it in a rain cloud; it was smiling down.
Maybe I was born for war, but I’m wondering if there’s something more.
Went to war to clear my head, came back with more monsters to hide under the bed.