Frequency Lyrics - Singles - Sub-urban Tribe

Sunday morning nine o'clock 

I start to roll over 

her voice fills my every cell 

I'm gliding out of time 

My dial's locked on her frequency 

Diving in electric waves 

the surfaec far above 

no need for solid ground or air 

I'm losing track of place 

My dial's locked on her frequency 

Around and around this room I go 

operator told me to hang on 

a friendly word is what I'm losing her 

Day sixteen, i'm in the net 

my body's barely alive 

subconsciousness alarming me 

there's only moment's left 

Still I am locked on her Frequency 

hopelessly I am locked on her Frequency 

on her frequency 

Her voice is always in the air 

inside my head, I just can't bare 

I'll never get to her this way 

she keeps hanging on 

Please someone cut the cable 

Please someone cut the cable 

Please someone cut the cable 

now