Well I'm not superstitious. But there's something. Going on inside. Could be friendly could be vicious. And there isn't any place to hide. It's my imagination. A blessing or a curse. No I can't ignore it. For better or for worse. It wakes me when I'm sleeping. A thief that takes my breath away. And I find myself. Reaching for a lifeline. Throw me a lifeline and. Bring me back in time. I need a lifeline throw me a lifeline. I'm going down for the last time. Sometimes I can't control it. Sometimes it isn't there at all. Sometimes I try to roll it. And wind up staring at the wall. My imagination. I love the games it plays. I get in so deep that I get lost. For days and days. It sometimes leaves me shakin'. Standin' in the dark alone. .