| Calling all stations
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| Can anybody tell me, tell me exactly where I am
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| I’ve lost all sense of direction
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| Watching the darkness closing around me Feeling the cold all through my body
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| That’s why I’m calling all stations
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| In the hope that someone hears me A single lonely voice
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| I feel the sensation disappearing
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| There’s a tingling in my arms
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| And there’s a numbness in my hands
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| All the broken promises
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| All my good intentions don’t add up to very much
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| And I realise whatever happened, whatever happened
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| I remember all the moments that I’ve wasted in my life
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| All the things I was always gonna do Why is it now when it’s too late
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| That I’ve finally realised it’s important to me To think that everything that’s dear to me And is always in my heart
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| Could so easily be taken
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| And it’s tearing me apart
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| Going over and over in my mind
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| I relive it one second at a time
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| Calling all stations
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| Can anybody tell me, tell me exactly where I am How different things look when your all on your own
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| Watching the darkness closing all around me All around me And I’m lost with feeling
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| Of your arms to remind me Of everything that’s dear to me And is always in my heart
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| Could so easily be taken
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| And it’s tearing me apart
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| Going over and over in my mind
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| I relive it one second at a time
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| Don’t you know there’s never been a moment
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| When I haven’t had the thought
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| That everything that’s dear to me And is always in my heart
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| Could so easily be taken
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| And it’s tearing me apart
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| Going over and over in my mind
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| I relive it one second at a time
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| As I sit here in the darkness
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| Feeling so alone
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| And everything that’s dear to me And is always in my heart… |