Counting Crows - Catapult - live at chelsea studios, new york/1997 lyrics

All of the sudden she disappears Just yesterday she was here Somebody tell me if I am sleeping Someone should be with me here 'Cause I don't wanna be alone I wanna be the knife that cuts into my hand And I wanna be scattered from here in this catapult What a big baby, won't somebody save me please? You won't find nobody home All of these quiet battered voices Wait for the hunger to come We got little revolvers and stupid choices And no one to say when we're done Well I don't wanna bring you down I wanna be the light that burns out your eyes 'Cause I know there's little things about me That would sing in the silence of so much rejection In every connection I make I can't find nobody home I wanna be the light that burns out your eyes 'Cause that I know there's little things about me That would sing in the silence of so much rejection In every connection I make I can't find nobody home I wanna be the knife that cuts into my hand And I wanna be scattered from here in this catapult What a big baby, won't somebody save me please? I can't find nobody home