You won't believe this, it’s so unreal
I'm going when you feel it, I'm going when you feel like, but I’ve gone cold
This turn will not move it, on it's own, on it's own accord
In heaven I'm on defense, and now it's here
But you're not buried yet, so just play dead
The meaning's understated, and I've already claimed it
So how can they show the things we’re supposed to show?
I just don’t see it, but I've no hard feelings or complicated fears
And you won’t believe this, it's so unreal
But you're not buried yet, so just play dead