I'm FlyingOn and on my body burnedmy sheets all wet and coldthe lights were on, my eyes were goneand any second lo se controla pounding on my windowjust a pounding in my headi wonder who was in my room last nightwho the hell was in my bed ?there must have been a body therei swear i felt some fleshit took a little timebut i figured they were minethere were fi ngers going down my chestmy mouth went through the ceilingand my body fell to the floori couldn't find a key'cause there wa s nothing i could seethen someone ran through the doorthe cops, the preist, the crisis lineand no one really had a clueno one to tell us who was touching meor exactly what i should domy throat was drymy hopes were highbut nothing really ever got saidwho was in my room last night?who the hell was in my bed?