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