The phones ringing
Its been ringin all morning
And the knocking, it’s not starting its stopping
And the screaming, in the streets its like barking
Its nothing, they are kissing
They don’t hear anything
They don’t notice the lightening
Its striking at the silent fighting
The everything for control of the ceiling
Its raining and the rain pours down on her
Soak in the carpet, their shoes and the furniture
And he needs her to drown out all the water and noise in his head
Someones choking, someones praying so hard
They are listening to the stain glass for answers
They don’t come in from the walls
which are taking a beating from the wind on the outside
and its beating, all its way to the break
and its meeting, that will make them love sick
the walls crumbling, they don’t feel anything,
they feel nothing but the kissing
la la la laaa
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