Oh, Camille are you just as bored as me 
Living down a fantasy, we're coping out 
Well gotta gotta give gotta give it away 
In emergency, how beautiful to be here 
To be here when it's time to go 
So, I'll make, I'll make you, I'm never gonna break the line 
 [bad word] as no surprise 
That I do this to myself, living on the bitterside 
And never knowing why 
 [bad word] as no surprise, that I bring this on myself 
Living down a fantasy on the brighter side 
Oh, Camille are you just as high as me 
Stoned and glued to this old chair. [bad word] and see 
Well I just had the strangest sick daydream 
revelation how [bad word] to see it, to see it 
Made me wanna cower down 
So roll away, roll away from the hurt inside 
I'm cleared for a [bad word] through I'm still breaking down 
Could you ever baptize me, cause I'm still fumbling around 
And at times it seems I'm missing something I once had