It's funny
The things I remember
Feeling this way
A cold day in December
A dog in the yard
The whole lake frozen over
An intrusive thought
Fear of getting older

Into oblivion
When the world's caving in
I've got my feet on the ground
But it feels like falling
Into the same patterns
I guess that it doesn't matter
It all just turns out the same in the end
Oblivion

So I drive up the mountain access
Maybe it's just an overreaction
I guess it's true
I'm my mother's daughter
Looking out to
Smoke stacks on the water

Into oblivion
When the world's caving in
I've got my feet on the ground
But it feels like falling
Into the same patterns
I guess that it doesn't matter
It all just turns out the same in the end
Oblivion

Climb to the top of the devil's punchbowl
A neon cross sits on top like a tombstone
Stand on the edge looking down below
Just to see how far down it goes
Wanna see how far down it goes"