Chameleon

Your world is beautiful, but unsuitable for the shape I'm in

My body's withering, so I'm slithering out of my own skin

Blood evaporates, bones disintegrate, 'til my soul is bare

I flow so easily, through the scenery, finally free as air

If I was a chameleon, I'd turn into the dark

I would be that feeling when you wake with a start

I'd be that sensation when you fall in a dream

The hallucination you'd rather not see

I'll be the dial-tone on your telephone when it's 2 AM

The cold sweat chilling you that's not willing to let you sleep again

The storm cloud hovering, quickly smothering every match you light

The noise that animates and proliferates shadows in the night

If I was a chameleon, I'd turn into the dark

I would be that feeling when you wake with a start

I'd be that sensation when you fall in a dream

The hallucination you'd rather not see

I won't hesitate to impersonate every shade of blue

I identify with whatever I blend myself into

If I was a chameleon, I'd turn into the dark

I would be that feeling when you wake with a start

I'd be that sensation when you fall in a dream

The hallucination you'd rather not see

If I was a chameleon, I'd turn into the dark

I would be that feeling when you wake with a start

I'd be that sensation when you fall in a dream

The hallucination you'd rather not see