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 Its because they're watching us The phone is tapped --- The Dotted Line - Thursday