I put my best foot first and it got burned   Communication always hurts   I got myself so deep inside a hole   I taste the air so thin as I get old   (I don't think so)   'Cause I can, old   (I don't think so)      She's my hands, she's my hands   Picks me up when I crash down   Build me wings so I can glide   She's my novacaine ride   (Novacine!)      Pick up the pieces of my world   Glue them together, I wish I could   I can't believe it as the picture fades   Just like a TV but the sound remains   (I don't think so)   (No I don't think so)      She's my hands, she's my hands   Picks me up when I crash down   Build me wings so I can glide   She's my novacaine ride   (Novacine!)      Feel it as I shake   Shatter illusions fade   Taste my bitter tears   Cut my heart with shears      (I don't think so)   (I don't think so)   'Cause I can feel   (I don't think so)      She's my hands, she's my hands   Picks me up when I crash down   Build me wings so I can glide   She's my novacaine ride      She's my hands, she's my hands   Picks me up when I crash down   No, no   Novacaine