I am your last second
The moment for your escape...

Jack got tipped in the pouring rain
With a kiss on the lips and a need to restrain...

The monsters are due out on Maple Street tonight
They gather around in their circles jeer and fight...

So tell me why did God make the stars come out...
The man in the moon smile as I bask here within...

You look as if you don't
Remember all the things of which you know...

Cutting me, cutting me to pieces
Cutting you, with paper and with secrets...

Are we getting lost in the dark city
Where the girls are fake but all pretty...

I can feel it coming around again
I can feel it shutting me off again...

My eyes
They strain, to see through the rain...

(Chorus)
From the radio signal...

Why must I be tortured in this cell
It must feel good to be in hell...

I'm falling now
But at least it's the right direction...