It fits and it comes
where it should be
it's another thing
around in my head
It's the sun mixing up
in my eyes and
I'm looking for a place to be led

It's the Raynham and it plays
when I'm sleeping
it's the supersonic facts
in my bed
and the dreams they're surrounding
the nights and it feels like
the daemons are already dead

I don't go
where the sun may blow
and you can stick around if you want
Hey, listen to my say
listen to the beats in my head

It's the night and it's darker
then it should be
It's another star killing himself
It's the sky and they're falling upon me
and I'm shooting the diamonds to death