She took a letter from the post office on Second Street
Not addressed to her, the love letter is written all by me
Every word is fuel for the furnace in her heart
She's a fire breathing dragon
And I'm a dying star

Again, again, again
You let me down again, again, again
You let me down again, again, again
And now I'm feeling dead
and now I'm feeling dead, and now I'm feeling dead
And now I'm feeling dead
and now I'm feeling dead, and now I'm feeling dead

And I'll have it some day
The subtle feeling of a different life
The kind of lifestyle in which I want to survive
It is ultimately up to you

Nobody wants to hear my stories or experiences
Not a soul seems to care
But I feel like I should share
I got visions for miles, enough to make a blind man see
All I don't have is a hand to show the side of me

Again, again, again
You let me down again, again, again
You let me down again, again, again
And now I'm feeling dead
and now I'm feeling dead, and now I'm feeling dead
And now I'm feeling dead
and now I'm feeling dead, and now I'm feeling dead

And I'll have it some day
the subtle feeling of a different life
The kind of lifestyle in which I want to survive
It is ultimately up to you
(up to you, it's up, it's up to you)

You're betting on the sunrise

And I'll have it some day
the subtle feeling of a different life
The kind of lifestyle in which I want to survive
It is ultimately up to you