She talks to her television
Changing channels with her mind
When this new world turns politic,
she just slips in between their sighs
And we talk when the talking is good
Saying over and over
Maybe we should run
While the running is run down
I know forgiveness tastes like dry salt in your mouth
I temper all the alcohol with names that I don't say out loud
There's a cloud that hangs around my house
Electric signals, zeroes and ones
They accompany the Headline News with hairpin turns and domestic bombs
And I look when the looking is good
But I can't ever uncover
All the faces I turned away slowly turned into one another
I have made my decision to hang around inside
But I can't get to the places that I want to go from where I hide
Believe the path is round
Over and over

A peaceful underground
Hiding from the numbers
Believe in living cells
I know you're heavy bored
Belief in peace invents a man with a heart of gold
Peace don't betray me now
I'll find you out, in the empty corners of a restless mind
I have made my illusions bend
I bury them when I shut my eyes
I would hold hands, if holding was good
If it could hold us together
Zeroes and ones, zeroes and ones
Yes, your name's become a number
I have made my decision to hang around inside
But I can't get to the places that I want to go from where I hide
No, I'll never find the places that I want to go from where I hide