When

dead-

bolts

a-

wake

you

from

de-

ja

vu

dreams

At

four

in

the

mor-

ning

you

know

where

I'll

be

Out

run-

ning

red

lights

a-

sleep

at

the

wheel

The

si-

rens

feed

my

night-

mares

I

just

close

my

eyes

and

I'm

al-

rea-

dy

here

It's

al-

rea-

dy

too

late

I know

its

no-

thing

but

lies

But

they

sound

so

sin-

cere

I find

them

too

hard

to

hate

And

she

calls

from

the

door-

way:

"Sto-

len

wa-

ter

is

sweet

So

let's

drink

it

in

the

dark-

ness

If

you

know

what

I

mean"

And

she

calls

from

the

door-

way:

"Sto-

len

wa-

ter

is

sweet

So

let's

drink

it

in

the

dark-

ness

If

you

know

what

I

mean"

And

I'm

al-

most

sure

That

I've

been

here

be-

fore

That

this

is

not

the

first

time

I've

stood

in

front

of

this

door

With

an

o-

ver-

whel-

ming

fee-

ling

that

I

should-

n't

go

in

But

it

seems

this

is

a

bat-

tle

that

I

ne-

ver

could

win

And

you

My

true

love

You

call

from

the

hill-

top

You call

through

the

streets

"Dar-

ling

don't

you

know

The

wa-

ter

is

poi-

son"

And

I

say

"Come

on

and

give

me

my

poi-

son"

What

have

I

done?

Is

it

too

late

to

save

Me

from

this

place,

from

the

depths

of

the

grave?

We

all

are

those

who thought

we

were

brave

What

have

I

done?