Am I cold? I cannot tell Have I fallen? Or am I falling down this stairwell? Philadelphia Oh, the cadence of the glow Concussive flashes of distant memories Good God, I feel your hands on me In the dying of the light My aggressor runs under the mouse Morning light, I get to see The crime committed on me Philadelphia Sunny dream is fading slow Held tight to the backs of ratchets Pieces full of rubber soil Philadelphia Oh, the cadence of the glow Concussive flashes of a dimly lit country Good God, I feel your hands on me In the dying of the light My aggressor runs under the mouse Morning light, I get to see The crime committed on me Silk dampened on note All the final thoughts Buried deep into the years Euphoria breaks over the bow Pushing up the macabre Out to sea to my mother's arms And I, losing my dignity to the fight Awake and locked, awake and I Losing my dignity to the fight Awake and locked, awake and I Losing my dignity to the fight Awake And locked awake And locked awake And locked awake