As I sit here with this urgency 
And nobody to the side of me 
All quiet and alone 
Needing answers of the unknown 
Flitting between the real and aloof 
strenghtening pulse of these blues 
Sketched out and oh so confused 
Just keep calling 
Just keep calling 

Put it down and it [bad word] around 
hidden street 
town called obsolete 

Put it down and it [bad word] around 
hidden street 
town called obsolete 

I glance out at the invisible 
Winding it round keeping me so warm 
Impatiently overload 
Missing someone that I've never known 
Flitting between the plead and the [bad word] 
At times I'm wondering what's the use? 
So I ease out a righteous pursuit 
Just keep calling 
Just keep calling 

Put it down and it [bad word] around 
hidden street 
town called obsolete