I'm Flying



On and on my body burned

my sheets all wet and cold

the lights were on, my eyes were gone

and any second lose control

a pounding on my window

just a pounding in my head

i wonder who was in my room last night

who the hell was in my bed?



there must have been a body there

i swear i felt some flesh

it took a little time

but i figured they were mine

there were fingers going down my chest

my mouth went through the ceiling

and my body fell to the floor

i couldn't find a key

'cause there was nothing i could see

then someone ran through the door



the cops, the preist, the crisis line

and no one really had a clue

no one to tell us who was touching me

or exactly what i should do

my throat was dry

my hopes were high

but nothing really ever got said

who was in my room last night?

who the hell was in my bed?