CALL

Sadie walked in from the promised land With a full moon under her eye Called me in to the basement Lose our grip when we need it most Until our fate starts coming around Ground starts shaking There's an airplane going down Angel face falls into oblivion With a half moon looking so fake Lose that number when you need to And she knows they're all complacent But she will not hide her amazement Sentimental jury will you pull me under? Will you burn me at the stake? Cause I know there's another one coming Third day out of the tomb In the morning I feel just like a mystic I know the storm is coming here too Here too