I dont know what your made of
I dont know how you feel
I dont know what your made of
They say I know whats real
Youve been in rain
Bury me please
I wanna feel the way you feel
Tell me this Sunday
I am your daily driver
Come and bury me please
On camera
How does it feel?
When you try to escape the obvious
Somebody knows
How to think or to be
Im just a midnight caller
Waiting in line to hear you speak
I dont know if youre waiting
I dont know how you feel
I dont know if youre waiting
This doesnt seem ideal
Even in rain
Bury me please
I wanna feel the way you feel
Tell me this Sunday
I am your daily driver
Come and bury me please
On camera
How does it feel?
Like a fire at the opera
Somebody knows
Where to go, what were in
Im just a midnight caller
Waiting in line so I can hear