You have a way with words
Never seem to care
And it's hard to believe
In something that's not there, or there
And when i wake
It's the middle of the day and my phone is ringing
When i'm at home, in a world of my own, i stop
And when i wake
It's the middle of the day and my phone is ringing
When i'm at home, in a world of my own
Beneath the land of snow
Under the edge of sky
Across the bering strait
Asking himself why, oh why
And when i wake
It's the middle of the day and my phone is ringing
When i'm at home in a world of my own i stop
And when i wake
It's the middle of the day and my phone is ringing
When i'm at home in a world of my own
