the telephone is ringing, disconnect the line 
the tension is building but I'm alright 
the stars are colliding, so you might as well let me go 

the television is burning because I set it on fire 
the wheels they keep turning, but i'm fine 
what about the questions we have locked up inside 

somewhere, somehow 
we've been denied 
hand in hand we walk behind pretending, 
defending while our souls are tied 

It's only the third hour, my conscience subsides 
But something reminds me that you lied 
What about the consequences? 
This can't be right