The Conductor

Drop like the needle Today I felt the drain I’ll climb back up to you On ladders of the rain Break them down, shake up their beliefs I’ll show them, show them a believer Three hundred thousand amps And I’m your warm receiver When they kill the lights You’ll remain my conductor And if they didn’t drain your life I’ll become your conductor Don’t cut the connection Bleed in to black clouds And I will lick them clean Turn to a tourniquet And cinch yourself to me Strike down now, shake their frail beliefs And make them new born believers Three hundred thousand amps And I’m your warm receiver When they kill the lights You’ll remain my conductor And if they didn’t drain your life I’ll become your conductor When they kill the lights You’ll remain my conductor You’ll remain my conductor You’ll remain my conductor