Telephone Booth

The future's bright as you want it to be

Don't waste your time on the things you can't see

It's just an image that you stitch and you sew

To lose your head because you can't let it go

Deep in your heart you can see that it's true

They can't decide your decisions for you

To hold your head as the world spins away

And live to fight as your memories decay

But you've waited all too long for an escape

I'm sorry but it isn't so bad now

Well I'm sorry that you can't call a truce

In the space where the fog's slowly lifting

Crossing lines in a telephone booth

The past is bright if you live in denial

Don't waste your time on the things you revile

While in your head there's a space to react

A fleeting glance as you stop looking back

But you listened far too long before it cracked

I'm sorry but it isn't so bad now

Well I'm sorry that you can't call a truce

In the space where the fog's slowly lifting

Crossing lines in a telephone booth

The noose is slowly tightening

And there's nowhere to escape

Your stories only run so long

Until there's nothing left to say

Decide on what you want, it haunts you

Forever's gonna start again today

I'm sorry but it isn't so bad now

Well I'm sorry that you can't call a truce

In the space where the fog's slowly lifting

Crossing lines in a telephone booth