Don't call me

I'm running

From myself

From the bells

I had a level head

Now I'm completely tilted

I've been a shell all day

I've been in hell all day

Don't call me up, I'm falling down again

Been lying in, lying in a frame of sun

There's no grand landings

Nothing can underhand me

Or understand me

Don't call me up when I'm lying to everyone

I've been a shell all day

I've been in hell all day

Don't try to wake me, I've been sad all my adult life

But I can feel it like the crest of a wave this time

I see a twister like a snake on its side

And suddenly it was there

Grey and glinting

What pretty shards of glass

Sparkling in the debris

There's no signpost guiding

No sailboat moored to my shore

No, no, no, no, no

No lonesome horse tied and waiting to take me

Here beneath the rocks, the waves are lapping at the walls

I dream I'll run away

I dream I'll run away

Into a summer's day

I dream a dream-like place

Then I'm in hell all day

All day

Shell, shell, shell, shell, shell