| The angels sing of someone coming down | |
| To wake us from a sleep | |
| this broken tv wont shut off again | |
| Must be some sort of sign for us | |
| That things are going to change | |
| Its hard to dream | |
| Well you'll try hard | |
| In this half hearted city | |
| You sleep alone | |
| Its hard to dream | |
| With your heart closed | |
| Its only a matter of time | |
| Before we fade out | |
| The phone is ringing in my head again | |
| I'm too scared to pick up | |
| For 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 | |
| Its hard to dream | |
| Well you'll try hard | |
| In this half hearted city | |
| You sleep alone | |
| Its hard to dream | |
| With your heart closed | |
| Its only a matter of time | |
| Before we fade out | |
| Its the turning off | |
| That happens every night | |
| And if we dont stop soon | |
| We will never wake up again | |
| Computers lie | |
| They keep us in our lives | |
| If im paranoid | |
| Its because they're watching us | |
| The phone is tapped |