Sadie walked in from the promised land

With a full moon under her eye

Called me in to the basement

Lose our grip when we need it most

Until our fate starts coming around

Ground starts shaking

There's an airplane going down

Angel face falls into oblivion

With a half moon looking so fake

Lose that number when you need to

And she knows they're all complacent

But she will not hide her amazement

Sentimental jury will you pull me under?

Will you burn me at the stake?

Cause I know there's another one coming

Third day out of the tomb

In the morning I feel just like a mystic

I know the storm is coming here too

Here too