A week gone I'm already over it Was caged for some time I feel my bloodied waters swim Rushing fast, somewhere close to My head Don't you see it? Its sparks catch in the wind Reaching out for Someone else to pretend Our bodies will catch fire and go Down the chimney tops as They softly blow A day waits For something I'll never know It just takes control Take a plane to Santiago I've heard it's all the same Yeah, I know it's all the same In my head