In the world of my subconscious, a realm of the unknown. A vision is carved by the almighty hand. The agony of a thousand souls suppressed by life itself.
It's the phone, get the phone, there's a phone call. Fish it out, press the talk button right now. Anytime, anywhere there's a phone call. We will answer and start talking real loud.
I know these streets and these backyards. This barn that's falling down. We come to where they're buildin' now. And ride our bikes around. . You think I'm just a little kid.