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…