We lie down on the bleachers on a Saturday night under the messy disorderly lights
My hand in yours I scream out in fear because never have I been so near to something so
Raw, I see it now, the skin and the bone and the desk where I keel to the
Caw, the bellies of the crows in the nest are full of water
Now we stand, oh wait, we're sitting
The music's dumbed down and it's way too fitting
The people still dancing caught me glancing
When the fun they we're having turned into a blood bath
Hey, I say to the boy next to me, do you think we could do anything
Eventually I saw the dried up tears on his cheek
And the red in his eyes that had not blinked and I felt
Raw, I feel it now, I don't want to again but it's best if I get it over with
Now, the war between thoughts and feelings is a battle outside the history books
Now we stand, oh wait we're sitting
The music's dumbed down and it's way too fitting
The people still dancing caught me glancing
When the fun they were having turned into a blood bath
We lie down on the bleachers on a Saturday night under the perfectly organized lights
My hand in yours I shutter with dread because never have I been so close to someone so dead