Oh, oh, telephone line, give me some time, I'm living in twilight I look into the sky (the love you need ain't gonna see you through) And I wonder why (the little things you planned ain't comin' true) Hello, how are you? Have you been alright through all

Whoa, whoa. Let this end, Eighteen years pushed to the ledge. It's come to this, A weightless step. (Whoa) Make it stop. I plan to go on living Bang bang go the coffin nails, like a breath exhaled, Then gone forever.