Who Was in My Room Last Night?

I'm flying

I'm flying (I'm flying)

I'm flying (I'm flying)

I'm flying (I'm flying, flying away)

I'm flying away

I'm flying, I'm flying, I'm flying

I'm flying (I'm flying)

I'm flying (I'm flying)

I'm flying (I'm flying)

I'm flying (I'm flying)

I'm flying (I'm flying)

I'm flying (I'm flying)

I'm flying (I'm flying)

I'm flying (I'm flying)

All night long my body burned

The sheets were wet and cold

The lights were on my eyes were gone

And at any second I'd lose control

The pounding on my window

Was just the pounding in my head

I wonder who was in my room that night

Who the hell was in my bed?

There must have been a body there

I swear I felt some flesh

It took a little time but I figured they were mine

There were fingers going down my chest

My mouth went through the ceiling

My body fell to the floor

I couldn't find the key 'cause there was no hole I could see

And someone had moved the door

The cops, the priest, the crisis line

And no one really had a clue

No one to tell us who was touching me

Or exactly what I should do

My throat was dry my hopes were high

But nothing really ever got said

Who was in my room that night?

Who the hell was in my bed?