You’ve been searching, you’ve been searching for
for a connection you never felt before
You’ve been living in these crumby walls
Drinking gin and hiding in your thoughts
Hearing voices
They are up the stairs
Getting closer
They are in my sleep
You’ve been waiting , you’ve been waiting for
Thought police to knock at your door
They say they always come at night
You’ll disappear with or without a fight
Hearing voices
They are up the stairs
Getting closer
They are in my sleep
They say they always take you right out of your bed