Tell me what I'm supposed to do. With all these left over feelings of you. 'Cause I don't know. . And tell me how I'm supposed to feel. When all these nightmares become real.
So please don't ask me how. I ended up at my wits end. And breaking down. Pages torn from books we never read. 'Cause we're plugged into this grid. Don't pull this plug right now.
Hold on, slow down, again from the top now. And tell me everything. I know I've been gone for, what seems like forever. But I'm here now waiting. . To convince you that I'm not a ghost or a stranger.
To the sound of a heartbeat pounding away. To the rhythm of the awful rusted machines. We toss and turn but dont sleep. Each breath we take makes us thieves.
To the sound of a heartbeat pounding away. To the rhythym of the awful rusty machines. We toss and turn but don't sleep. Each breath we take makes us thieves.