Texty: Beck. Modern Guilt. Volcano.

I've been walking on
These streets so long
I don't know where they're
Calling me anymore

But I think I must have seen a ghost
I don't know if it's my illusions
That keep me alive
I don't know what I see

Was it all an illusion?
Or a mirage gone bad, oh?
I'm tired of evil
And all the things that I don't know

And I've been drifting
On this wave so long
I don't know if it's already
Crashed on the shore

And I've been riding
On this train so long
I can't tell if it's you or me
Who is driving us into the ground

I don't know if I'm sane
But there's a ghost in my heart
That's trying to see in the dark, oh

I'm tired of people
Who only want to be pleased
But I still want to please you

And I heard of that Japanese girl
Who jumped into the volcano
Was she trying to make it back
Back into the womb of the world?

I've been drinking
All these tears so long
All I've got left
Is the taste of salt
In my mouth

I don't know where I've been
But I know where I'm going
To that volcano, oh
I don't want to fall in though
So I want my bones on the firing line