We go to sleep at night

Into a bed of light

Free from unrest

You held your shoulders high

Let out an ancient cry

Free from your chest

I remember paradise

Up where the angels fly

Life at the crest

And we will be there again

Somewhere towards the end

No regrets

The curtains, covers, sheets, and veils

Do their best to hide the trail

But when you turn to find the road

You can’t go home, you can’t go home

Remеmber, it was paradise

You took your own advice

That was it

You livеd inside in your telephone

A place you could be alone

And champ at the bit

Now you are fully grown

You make your feelings known

Boy, do they stick

And now you’re just some device

People will look at twice

And soon forget

You clocked a master on the bus

The object of some ancient lust

He showed you many ancient texts

And ancient ways to catch your breath

You long for a stronger life

Something that’s more precise

Something ideal

You mourn for a world that was

A child in you lives because

It’s something you feel

Unbearable though it seems

This is the shape of dreams

Bent to a wheel

And now they are mobilized

Cut down and fantasize

Something real

Paradise

That was it

Telephone

Champ at the bit

Fully grown

Boy, do they stick

And now you’re just some device

People will look at twice

And soon forget

Curtains, covers, sheets, and veils

Do their best to cloak the trail

But when you turn to find the road

You can’t go home, you can’t go home