Typing: 1974-2048 Lyrics - The Faint

i've been 

typing for hours while he waits 

alone in the bushes 

there's a guy on the back lawn 

he can look under mats but he won't get in 

he scales the walls with almost no sound 

i'm sitting dead still with the light on 

i'm sending off my resignation 

before he gets to all i got 

i'm staring at nothing 

my frozen joints all broke away 

i'm sending off to find them