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 hallucinating 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