| Lyrics: | the telephone is ringing, disconnect the line
the tension is building but I'm alright
the
stars are colliding,
so you might as well let me go
the television is burning
because I set it on fire
the wheels they keep turning, but i'm fine
what about the
questions we have
locked up inside
somewhere, somehow
we've been
denied
hand in hand we walk behind
pretending, defending while our souls are
tied
It's only the third hour, my conscience subsides
But something reminds me that
you lied
What about the consequences?
This can't be right |
