I don't know what you're made of
I don't know how you feel
I don't know what you're made of
They say I know what's real

You've been in rain
Bury me please
I wanna feel the way you feel
Tell me this Sunday

I am your daily driver
Come and bury me please
On camera
How does it feel?
When you try to escape the obvious
Somebody knows
How to think or to be
I'm just a midnight caller
Waiting in line to hear you speak

I don't know if you're waiting
I don't know how you feel
I don't know if you're waiting
This doesn't seem ???

You've been in rain
Bury me please
I wanna feel the way you feel
Tell me this Sunday
I am your daily driver
Come and bury me please
On camera
How does it feel?
Like a fire at the opera
Somebody knows
Where to go, what we're in
I'm just a midnight caller
Waiting in line so I can hear