Vision of heaven
Walking up here
On my own

Telegenic
Windswept day
Desolate


Left my white converse on the cold sand
Threw my mobile phone into the sea

I cannot be called or reached

Vision of heaven

No-one around for miles

Cut the wires and the cables

That run under the sea
The walls are white, the rooms are cruel
In the house where I worry

These days I just want to be alone
These days I just want to be alone


I cannot remember
The Lord's Prayer
I cannot remember

Oh but I don't care
I cannot recall
My best friend's face

Blurs and outlines
Eternal fall


Cut the wires?

Cut the wires?