Sunday morning nine o'clock

I start to roll over

her voice fills my every cell

I'm gliding out of time



My dial's locked on her frequency



Diving in electric waves

the surfaec far above

no need for solid ground or air

I'm losing track of place



My dial's locked on her frequency



Around and around this room I go

operator told me to hang on

a friendly word is what I'm losing her



Day sixteen, i'm in the net

my body's barely alive

subconsciousness alarming me

there's only moment's left



Still I am locked on her Frequency

hopelessly I am locked on her Frequency

on her frequency



Her voice is always in the air

inside my head, I just can't bare

I'll never get to her this way

she keeps hanging on



Please someone cut the cable

Please someone cut the cable

Please someone cut the cable

now