Go contemplate the evidence and I guarantee you'll find
The dead know what they're doing when they leave this world behind
Pain works on a sliding scale
So does pleasure in a candy jail
True love doesn't come around anymore than fate allows
On a Monday in Fort Lauderdale
But I been around some and I've seen
Enough to know we could both spend happy lives
Inside the days of you and me
Because the pillow that I dream on
Is the threshold of a kingdom
Is the threshold of a world where I'm with you
It's a dark and snowy secret
And it has to do with heaven
And what looks like sleep is really hot pursuit
"This is lake directory, calling party barge
I'm on the phone with pond control, they say you are at large
Lend us your coordinates, we'll send a Saint Bernard"
Darkness and cold, darkness and cold
Rolled in through the holes in the stories I told
Conditions I'm wishing weren't taking control
Darkness and cold, darkness and cold
You got storyline fever, storyline flu
It's filtering how everything looks to you
Don’t you reckon it's affecting your attitude?
Storyline fever got its hooks in you
Storyline fever got its hooks in you
Patiently encroaching on the animal
The weather of forever retaking control
Darkness and cold, darkness and cold
