It's been 40 nights and 40 days, and I've become uncertain in a cosmic way.
But you're my fingers to the bone today, oh, won't you come around, meet me by the fire escape, untied, yes, untied, untied.
Is it that I wanna say? Is it that I really wanna say? What are the words I've been choking on hoping someone will articulate?
Oh, no, that's not true.
In murky water, alright, we're in the trenches now.
I don't know when the party's over, all I know is I'm getting out so now.
What a fever dream, meet me out by the fire escape.
Join the procession down the alleyway.
Oh, freedom's a joke and we got debts to pay.
How many waves until the levee breaks?
Oh, won't you come around, meet me by the fire escape, untied, yes, untied, untied.
Is it that we wanna say?
Is it that we really wanna say?
What are the truths we've been choking on hoping someone will articulate?
Oh, no, that's in murky water, alright, we're in the trenches now.
I don't know how the story ends.
Cause the stages just turn over and then turn over again.
And the tensions always are slighted just around the bend.
And the outcome doesn't match, reads what it is that I intend.
Like a stack of books that grows and gathers dust beside the bed.
Or the disconnect between what people do and what they've said.
And I wanna read the news, maybe without losing my head.
Oh, what a fever dream.
Oh, what a fever dream.
Meet me out by the fire escape.
It's been forty nights and forty days.
I've become uncertain in a cosmic way.
But your finger is at home today.