If you could feel your legs falling out
Then you might find the strength to stand your ground
Then you'd be close to them, then you'd be close to God
But you know you're not

If you could make a fist you could punch
If you could fly your faith you could jump
Born in security, fear of most everything
And anyone you can be

It could have been dull, Kristina
We could have been sane
It isn't just death, drugs and lost love
These honors leave stains
Just let the freaks of failure sing overnight songs
The B side is real and it plays on

Hey Kristina, are you sleeping in?
I'm leaving you another long message
Interstate 10, I lost my voice again
This game is fixed, seems like I've been eighty-sixed

But your life is one zero zero one in analog faith
And even if you connect them, too little too late
Your life is like a B side, it's odder than A
The B side is real and it plays on

On and on