I met someone like Jesus in the spring of '98. He was so full of love and I was so full of hate. So I nailed him on a cross where he belonged. told myself it's what he would have wanted all along. and I drove into the night looking for something to burn. Oh how I love these little parables that I never cared to learn. And I don't know what this feeling is but it's just dripping through me. There's always something in the corner of my life that I cannot quite see. And I'm not sleeping well all my dreams are so real. I dreamed I set fire to my house watched the great beams come crashing down. And later on I was standing in the ashes of the stairs. They asked me what happened it was an accident I said. And I don't know what all this means and I don't care it's nothing to me. But there was something in the corner of that dream that I could not quite see. And there's a happy family snapshot when you were very small. But there were visits to the doctor you can't remember what for. The curtains drawn in silence on a summer's afternoon. And the flies buzzing in the room. And you don't know what this feeling is and you can't explain it to me. But there was something in that family photo that you cannot quite see. And I don't know what all this means but it's just dripping through me.