Officer Telephone

My legs are limp. my shoes suckled stone. all i want is for You to come back home I've yelled your name through fields alone. all i want is for You to come back home Sirens screech that terrible tone. lead me deeper through The world of the unknown Sirens screech that terrible tone. loudmouthed ushers Wearing suits without cologne Rather than fabricate the past, i'll plant it in an underground Steel safe you can't crack Then we can still imagine all we had. we will be the faces Of the future at last