Comatose (III. Home and Dry)

you are the path, you are the sun

you are the light that shines the way

you are the honey that drips on open lips

from every word you say

you are the warmth, you are the seed that's sown to grow and reach the stars

Then in some ways this messianic tombstone falls

and I start to wonder why you feel so fucking dangerous

They only call to say hello

they cannot waste these precious words

the only fools that fool you now

might make you never come back to us.

If God should want us to survive

he'd reach out with his magic words

and bring you back to us alive

bring you back home and dry

They only stop to say hello

they follow all the footprints

in the golden sands that clear blue skies

which road to take they ask not why

You are the voice that steals my choice

and leads me helpless through the fire.

You are the acid that drips that burns my thoughts

ensures my foothold slips

And one day, while allucinating in red and gold

the Hendrix posters yellow and old

it's time for me to head back home

They only stop to say hello

they follow all the footprints

in the golden sands that clear blue skies

which road to take they ask not why

If God should want us to survive

he'd reach out with his magic words

and bring you back to us alive

bring you back home and dry