Из альбома: Waiting
The angels sing of someone coming down to wake us from a sleep that's broken.
Deeply won't shut up again,
must be some sort of sign for us that things are going to change.
It's hard to dream. Well you'll try hard in this half-hearted minute.
You sleep alone.
It's hard to dream if you're a ghost.
It's only a matter of time before we fade out.
The phone is ringing in my head again.
I'm too scared to pick up.
The fear that this is the call I've been waiting for.
Could be some sort of sign for me that its time for me to change.
It's the turning clock that happens every night and if we don't stop soon,
we will never wake up again. Computers lie. They keep us in our lives.
If I'm paranoid, it's because they're watching us. The phone is tapped.