When the fog's low on the bridge then I just fall to dreaming,
Shadow puppets on the wall little earth sci-fi fevers,
The sky's the color of wine and I can't find the compass,
Suddenly twisted and wild it's a suburban jungle,
Scratch your name in the sand then repeat it,
Bury yourself in the map for no reason,
It's a dangerous day,
It's a dangerous day,
And I mean it,
It's a dangerous day,
Don't repeat it,
It's a dangerous day.