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There's a crack in the sky speaking to me |
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Is it a way out or some kind of trick? |
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I don't know who to trust or what to believe |
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Any rescue from here? |
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Five-ninths of life split off from myself |
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Is it bad melodrama or some kind of joke |
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That I'm scribbling my brains in this letter to you |
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Any rescue? |
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Landslide inside my head |
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These eyes been so mislead |
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If I wake when I land could I claw my way out |
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Dissident voices screaming in doubt |
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In my palm you can read what I'm asking myself |
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Is life easier to kill? |
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Landslide inside my head |
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These eyes been so mislead |
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Landslide here it comes again |
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Won't be long till I'm with Little Betty |
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There's a crack in the sky speaking to me |
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Is my need to believe some kind of jinx |
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Still I pray for release |
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And life's spilling over |
