Lyric The Dotted Line
The angels sing of someone coming down to wake us from a sleep that s broken.
Deeply won t shut up again,
must be some sort of sign for us that things are going to change.
It s hard to dream. Well you ll try hard in this half-hearted minute.
You sleep alone.
It s hard to dream if you re a ghost.
It s only a matter of time before we fade out.
The phone is ringing in my head again.
I m too scared to pick up.
The 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.
It s the turning clock that happens every night and if we don t stop soon,
we will never wake up again. Computers lie. They keep us in our lives.
If I m paranoid, it s because they re watching us. The phone is tapped.
Deeply won t shut up again,
must be some sort of sign for us that things are going to change.
It s hard to dream. Well you ll try hard in this half-hearted minute.
You sleep alone.
It s hard to dream if you re a ghost.
It s only a matter of time before we fade out.
The phone is ringing in my head again.
I m too scared to pick up.
The 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.
It s the turning clock that happens every night and if we don t stop soon,
we will never wake up again. Computers lie. They keep us in our lives.
If I m paranoid, it s because they re watching us. The phone is tapped.
