April 2009
It started with a low light Next thing I knew they ripped me from my bed And then they took my blood type They left a strange impression in my head You know that I was hoping That I could leave this s
And you know I might Just float too far from the floor this time Cause they’re calling me by my name And they're zipping white light beams disregarding phones and satellites Oh that was the turn
Well, now I’m back at home And I’m looking forward to this life I live You know it’s gonna haunt me So hesitation to this life I give You think you might cross over You’re caug
And you know I’m fine But I hear those voices at night Sometimes that justify my claim And the public don’t dwell on my transmission Cause it wasn’t televised But it was the turning