there is a five second pause at the begninning of the video where the screen is black and no music can be heard.

[beginning guitar]
at the instant the music starts up the picture comes on and we see a man sprawled on his back on the sidewalk with a large hole torn in his chest, as from a very high-caliber weapon. blood stains his black sport coat and white shirt and striped tie. he looks like a whitecollar worker. he is on the same street as in the "just" video, and in a similar position. his eyes are closed. as the chords are played, the camera rotates and pans out so that his head is pointing at 12:00 instead of 6:00 and we see not only his upper body but the whole thing plus some sidewalk and street. oddly enough, the sidewalk is rather busy, but nobody is noticing the fact that they are walking in a tight circle around a dead man.

[wake from your dreams]

on "wake" the man's eyes snap open. camera goes in a bit. he looks around, a bit confused, then down at his chest. camera pans to wound, which we see is neatly healing itself back up. (clothing stays torn though.)

[the drying of your tears]

the man says "shit." he starts to get up, weakly.

[today we escape]
[we escape]

camera is at head-height, so the man lifts himself into the view of it, slowly and painfully. he looks around. everything seems normal...except that people are still keeping that berth around him.

[pack and get dressed]

experimentally, he sticks an arm out into the crowd, towards the street. people who would have walked into it instead sidestep it neatly, giving it plenty of room, even stepping out into the street to avoid it.

[before your father hears us]

the man walks tentatively out into the street. cars slow down and stop or change lanes in order to avoid him. the drivers look as if nothing is wrong...they don't even really see him.

[before all hell breaks loose]

camera stays put on the edge of the sidewalk and watches man walk away, out into busy traffic.

[breathe keep breathing]

total scene change to 19 year-old girl in apartment. she has natalie imbruglia-style hair, intense green eyes, and is rather pretty. she is hunched over a scrap of paper, staring at it, but not really looking at it, as if in shock. it's written in red and we can see through the back that it says "dangera najbar-ajo"

[dont loose your nerve]

she slowly stands up. she's wearing a gray tank top, running shorts and some tennies. the note falls from her limp fingers.

[breathe keep brreathing]

she finishes standing up, and walks over to the window, and opens it.

[i cant do this alone]

shot change
camera is outside looking at the side of a nice house, with the girl climbing out of the window. camera pans out.

[sing us a song]

the man is running as fast as he can down the sidewalk. we can see that people are becoming almost violent in their efforts to keep that exact distance away from him.

[a song to keep us warm]

he dashes onto a bus and people are thrown by an invisible force away from him, against the walls of the bus. he gets halfway down the aisle and turns to look at a fat, 45 year-old business man who is staring placidly ahead. (remember nobody sees this guy at all)

[theres sucha chill sucha CHILL]

the man walks slowly forward. the businessman is slowly pressed against the wall more and more and more until
shot change
side view of the man at head-height. we see blood spurt away from the direction of the businessman. the man reaches his hand back with a twisted look of curiosity and horror on his face, waits while the drums enter the song then plunges his hand forward towards the businessman's face but before we can see whats happened

[you can laugh]

the girl is running as fast as she can possibly go down the street. camera is in front looking at her, keeping the same pace. as she runs we see the house she came from explode into a million flaming chunks. she winces, screams a little, but keeps running.

[a spineless laugh]

as she runs, we see that things she pass seem to be out to get her. tree limbs fall right behind her, mailboxes explode, shooting shrapnel all about (one piece catches her in the face), and people showing off guns fire them accidentally, that sort of thing.

[we hope your rules and wisdom choke you]

shot change
camera is now following girl but stops and sits still as we see a bus rounding the corner heading for the girl.

[now we are one]

the man is quaking in the corner of the bus seat, in the fetal position. blood is spattered everywhere...the seat, the window, the ceiling, other passengers...but nobody seems to notice, much less care. the businessman's things are in a state of quiet disarray on the floor and seat, as though their former occupant dissapeared while wearing them.

[in everlasting peace]

the bus slows to a stop and the man's eyes squeeze shut in anticipation of another horrible incident.

[we hope that you choke that you choke]

the girl gets on the bus without looking up and takes out a photograph of the man, and studies it carefully. she walks down the aisle, not looking up at the carnage. she sits down next to the man, noticies that she has sat on something warm and sticky, and screams.

[we hope that you choke that you choke]

the man's eyes snap open and he stares at the girl. he says "excuse me...miss?" the girl whips her head around, eyes flared in terror, and sees the man. she freezes.

[we hope that you choke that you choke]

he reaches his hand out very slowly. she sits still, still terrified from the blood. he gently touches the side of her face. she reaches over, grabs the back of his head with both hands, and kisses him strongly.
shot change
camera is behind bus, sitting still, watching it go down the road.

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