ECT: Amnesia - I Might Be Wrong

By the roots of my hair some god got hold of me. I sizzled in his blue volts like a desert prophet. The nights snapped out of sight like a lizard's eyelid: A world of bald white days in a shadeless socket. A vulturous boredom pinned me in this tree. If he were I, he would do what I did.

I might be wrong
I might be wrong
I could have sworn I saw a light coming on
I used to think
There was no future left at all
Start again begin again
Let's go down the waterfall
Think about the good times and never go back
Never go back
What would I do?
What would I do?
If I did not have you?
Open up, let me in
Let's go down the waterfall
Have ourselves a good time
It's nothing at all
Nothing at all