The phone's ringing It's been ringing all morning And the knocking, it's not starting, it's stopping And the screaming, in the streets it's like barking It's nothing, they are kissing
They don't hear anything They don't notice the lightning It's striking at the silent fighting The everything for control of the ceiling It's winning, 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
Someone's choking, someone's praying so hard They are listening to the stained glass for answers They don't come in from the walls Which are taking a beating from the wind on the outside And it's beating, all its way to the break And it's meeting, that will make them love sick The walls crumbling, they don't feel anything They feel nothing but the kissing