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