There's a sea which is built
from the ashes of sea-beds
There's a knowing all about
misery of three heads
There's a sound like nothing to tell
like blowing around prisoning hell
There's a trying to get through
and not to find the truth
Sound from the phone...
Through unspoken crowds of wires
are your lips speaking to my ear
I hate this feeling always
but it doesn't disappear
But if you are just talking about us
There must be a chance for me to see your eyes
to be with you somehow
not to play this game of clowns
I hate the sounds from the phone
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