Did I hear you call my name? Standing on a ledge Stuck inside your games Blood a softened red Readied for the winds Waiting for a friend How anything begins Can't be how this ends But I can't picture what's to come Care of anyone No, I can't picture what's to come Care of anyone ‘Cause there was something that was said Barely out of range About giving up your say And dying on a stage That I try to forget I'm still here, anyway Patient in my place Not turning the next page But I can't picture what's to come Care of anyone No, I can't picture what's to come Care of anyone No, I can't picture what's to come No, no Care of anyone No, I can't picture what's to come Care of anyone