Now with all the panic gone, I wonder if the world
Is still around to take my side on matters that were once
Even with the fallacy that is my life? I hope not...

But it's no use, brushed it off on a photograph I never found
Might as well be off on our blues, that's all I hear from you

Now with all the buzzing phones I wanna to be awake
Long enough to hear the sounds of all that's been away
And every time you call me up I wonder what to say
I hope now you'll find

That it's on you, brushed me off when you found it hard to feign your mind
Might as well be off and not new... That's all I hear from you

I'm on the upside keep the lights dim
I'm in the context of things we'll never need again and
I am the cordless, you're the auto-feed
Living in the future, no things left unseen...