Thomas

I felt a funeral in my brain

Lines of black cars on a nervous highway

And there’s a certain fear in doubt

Everything won’t turn out

The way you planned

Show me your hands

Because I have to know

If you’re like a sieve

I fall through the holes

I hear your voice

I get scared

If I call your name

There’s nobody there

I felt a prick in my side

Push in the thorn, say, “I’m fine”

Pull me in faster to the bright light

Show me your hands

Because I have to know

If you’re like a sieve

I fall through the holes

I hear your voice

I still get scared

If I call your name

There will no one there

Would you come like a thief

To my hospital room?

Take me somewhere there is no bad news

And I used to shake

Don’t waste your time

‘Cause I can’t wait to strain my skin

Through the white gown

Lower me down

But I… I changed my mind