In the city between the tiled lights
on the ceiling, we feed off brightness
like we're dustmites, eating, breathing
thinking "we know we're here," and
we're overwhelmed with fear so we
twist and turn until our heads
split ear to ear
well I can't continue like that
'cause I know what happens next

When I'm not sure if I belong
and he's not sure where he is from
well how are we to get along
if God's not sure what set it off?
we've been having anxiety
without electricity, yeah
this is how we get along.

Stuck in stations all day, news-stand
clerks stand in place. Their hopes begin
and end in tunnels full of faceless big
brains, and all of those whose fortunes
grow in droves, while we writhe and pull
pray towards the sky, and wonder if he
left us behind
well I can't continue like that
'cause I know what happens next

When I'm not sure if I belong
and he's not sure where he is from
well how are we to get along
if God don't know if he got thumbs?
we are having anxiety
without electricity, yeah
that is how we'll get along.

I'm not sure if I belong
you're not sure why you're around
well how are we to get along
if God's whole crew just said "so long"?
we are having anxiety
without electricity, yeah
that is how we get along --
and I don't wanna be much less
than limbs and legs and powerless
but everyone I know is high;
everywhere I look is left
the rust peels from our skin
the sulfur smell begins, and
though I'm not consigned to it,
it governs me from elbow to the shin.