Yeah, just lurkin' around abandoned crime scenes
Diggin' up the bones of the city
Leechin' the despair and pain of bad dreams
Saunterin' in from a place we'd rather not know about...

Sidestepping away from any chance of disclosure
We pour ourselves into the patient evening
Our minds along for the ride of our eerie and contemplative hero.

When it feels this way he can taste all the sounds around him
When he breathes this way he can see through the darkest gloom
I don't know just what is moving through me, I can't tell what this light is doing to me
When I breathe this way, when he breathes this way.

Here I am cruisin' around these same abandoned crime scenes
Continuin' to dig up the bones of this city
Siphonin' and filterin' the pain of bad dreams
Yeah I pour myself...

When it feels this way I can taste all the sounds around me
When it feels this way he can feel through the darkest gloom
I don't know just what is movin' through me, I can't tell what this light is doin' to me.
When I breathe this way....

Norman, he knows when he's got to go, and he's got to go when I say.
Norman, he knows when he's got to go, and he's got to go when I say.
Norman, he knows when he's got to go, and he's got to go when I say.
Norman, he knows when he's got to go, and he's got to go when I say.