You got me wasted
Lost me in the streets of Las Vegas
Wake up in Paris
Found myself in a bleak imitation
Jesus comforts me
Offers me a picture and some company
Cheap but not for free
A room that's filled by people with a losing streak
You could be famous
He says as his hand breaches my patience
A little embarrassed
I'm falling for such a weak temptation
All the alters burning
Looking at my name upon the lit marquee
Any questions stirring
Where are we? All the same, on repeat
Comfort me, come for me, comfort me
Waking in stages
Staring at a crowd of strange faces
I want to engage them
But the curtains fall when I hesitated
Crawling among debris
Grasping for a thought to reclaim certainty
The shadows don't growl and they don't seethe
But they all see
Where are we? All the same, on repeat
Comfort me, come for me, comfort me
Where are we? All the same, on repeat
Comfort me, come for me, comfort me
Come for me, come for me, come for me
