The phone's ringing
It's been ringing all morning
And the knocking, it's not starting, it's stopping

And the screaming, in the streets it's like barking
It's nothing, they are kissing


They don't hear anything
They don't notice the lightning
It's striking at the silent fighting

The everything for control of the ceiling
It's winning, and the rain pours down on her


Soak in the carpet, their shoes and the furniture
And he needs her to drown out all the water and noise in his head


Someone's choking, someone's praying so hard
They are listening to the stained glass for answers
They don't come in from the walls

Which are taking a beating from the wind on the outside
And it's beating, all it's way to the break
And it's meeting, that will make them love sick

The walls crumbling, they don't feel anything
They feel nothing but the kissing