I must be too late I'm pacing, I look up at the doors in front of my face It must be today Read the clock with the sticky notes you made I'm unattended here as a superglued tapedecker beats your name I'm running out of time, We're running out of time I feel like I climbed up to heaven and I'm locked outside I feel like I climbed up to heaven and I'm locked outside. I ran all night and day only to find that I was running in place I can't sleep at night when I evaluate conceptions of becoming away I tremble in fear scraping the sky with my fingernails Analyzing the freeway 'Cause the light at the very end of the tunnel is just another train and I remodel the word anxiety and I made it a phrase. I peel my heart off my sleeve and I shipped it away. I feel like I climbed up to heaven, and I'm locked outside I feel like I climbed up to heaven, and I'm locked outside