You must stay behind I'm sorry it's so It's nothing personal but you can't go 'Cause I'm with the girl who's got the stuff It's not real life but it's good enough And I'm a million miles away I'm a million miles away And you can't reach me today I'm disconnected all the way What's the disturbance I'm eating my meal How the hell do you know what I feel They're playing at killing out here in the streets When I'd give anything for a good night's sleep I think of a girl that I once had Her face is blank I remember her sad She moves to the summer every Halloween She can't understand how she died in her dream At the war museum there's a new art show The self-portrait of Vincent Van Gogh Of course I was there to cash in my soul Now get me out of here before I lose control