If I turn into another, Dig me up from under what is covering the better part of me. Sing this song. Remind me that we'll always have each other When… - Brandon Boyd

What I'm looking for cannot be sold to me.

I was in a bookstore, browsing through an old Life magazine, when I saw a picture of what the article called spontaneous human combustion. There were an old guy's legs and shoes, perfectly intact...then, right around his knee area, was just a pile of charred ashes. I was going through some turmoil in my life, both good and bad, and the image struck a chord, so...I wrote a song about it.

You've been raised in limitation, but that glove never fit quite right.