I'm riding the shockwave It goes up and down I don't want to dig into What's better left alone I'm sure the time'll come It'll knock on my door And I'll have to let it in Nerves tingling with anticipation A time to hurt and a time to be high A ghost That slips through the keyhole And pokes with its finger Drama queen Life no soap Inbetween fear and hope A hand reaches into my bare chest A hand squeezes my beating heart A hand squeezes my brittle heart