pat we need your brains back pat we need your fire and your imagination pat we know you fucked up but we don t care you fucked up everybody s fucked up thought i heard your voice the other night and sure enough it came from you thought i d be surprised that you weren t dead but all i was was glad just sitting by your bed and talking to your head and hearing what you said as if you d never left can t you see yourself yet can t you see through our eyes can t you see the truth nothing s worse than ever falling in a dream s where we can see each other saw you the other night have to say something wasn t right of course but i didn t mind cause seeing you being all alive just walking in the room made me so relieved like everything was fine and you had never died or second guessed your mind or gave up on our trust thought you d gone too far for us to take you back but distances like that pat don t exist in fact3