When I'm low, and I'm weak, and I'm lost, I don't know who I can trust.
Paranoia, the destroyer, comes knocking on my door.
You know the pain drifts to days, turns to nights, but it slowly will subside.
And when it does, I take a step, I take a breath, and wonder what I'll find.

Can you hear what I'm saying? I should let people help me with love.
Feel what I'm saying, I should let people help me with love, love.
Too much pain, too much to wait, turn off the set, there's got to be something more.
When Mohammed, Allah, Buddah, Jesus Christ are knocking down my door.
I'm catholic, dear God, (but man), she takes a female form.
There's no time, no space, no law, we're out here on our own.
Can you hear what I'm saying? I should let people help me with love, love,
feel what I'm saying: got my mind meditating on love, love.
Check the meaning. (the human condition)
Check the feeling. (the human condition)

Guess it's life, doing it's thing.
Making you cry, making you think.
Yeah, life dealing it's hand.
Making you cry and you don't understand.
Life, doing it's thing, making you cry.
Making you think of pain.
Doing it's thing, making you cry, making you sing.

Don't say it, don't say it's too late!
Don't. Don't say it's too late!
It's never too late!
It's never too late!
Don't, don't say it's too late!
It's never too late!
Don't, don't say it's too late for rescuing my soil.

The human condition.
The big decisions.
The human condition.
The big decisions.

I'm like a fish with legs.
I fell from the tree.
I made a rocket.
I swam the ocean.
I saw the moon.
I seen the universe.
I see you,
I see me.
That's my reality.

And while the city sleeps we go walking. It's a beautiful world, and when the city sleeps we go walking. We find a hole in the sky and then we start talking. And then we say

Jesus Christ.
Jesus Christ.
Jesus Christ.
Buy us some time.
Buy us some time.

Buy me some time.