Jumper

I bet it's warm inside

down in the city

on the atlantic 

the waters are waiting 

It's cold in new york

the waters are fair to play

drowning in a liquid dream

comatose for days

Ice on the window

a medical scent decay

hospital sheets laid like waves

i hate every word you said 

I check with Smithy

to tell him where you've been

explain my brother has been ill for days

it's only a half lie i guess

It's must be so warm inside

nailed to a hospital bedframe

the nurse gentles for the dead

and i'm waiting for your name

it's over