The angels sing of [bad word] down 
To wake us from a sleep 
this broken tv wont shut off again 
Must be some sort of sign for us 
That things are going to change 

Its hard to dream 
Well you'll try hard 
In this half hearted city 
You sleep alone 
Its hard to dream 
With your heart closed 
Its only a matter of time 
Before we fade out 

The phone is ringing in my head again 
I'm too scared to pick up 
For 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 

Its the turning off 
That happens every night 
And if we dont stop soon 
We will never wake up again [bad word] lie 
They keep us in our lives 
If im paranoid 
Its because they're watching us 
The phone is tapped