the dotted line

the angels sing of someone coming down, to wake us from a sleep thats broken, deeply wont shut up 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 minute, you sleep alone, its hard to dream, if you're a ghost, 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, 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, its the turning clock, that happens every night, and if we dont stop soon, we will never wake up again, computers lie, they keep us in our lives, if im paranoid, its because they're watching us, the phone is tapped