Lyrics:

Cub scouts are screaming
Needing ice creaming and all the pleasures of June
I'm in a parked car
Flowers seem friendly and people in hallways feel rooms
Now it is night time, maybe we're cruising, avoiding the anti-cruise
Oh I don't really know where we are

If things get real, promise to take me somewhere else
By the time fear takes me over, will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion?

Once in a while now, the lie in their laughter can burn through the hole in my ears
Like a man with glasses catching a sunbeam and burning the skin of a kid
Hypereal fragments disturbing the stagnants of almighty fear
Well I'll just go under the water

If things get real, promise to take me somewhere else
By the time fear takes me over, will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion?

So don't leave me here on my own
So don't leave me here on my own

If things get real, promise to take me somewhere else
By the time fear takes me over, will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion?